Mira's hands trembled as she adjusted the dials on the Chronocapsule. The hum of Lab 17's machines was supposed to be comforting, but tonight it sounded like a warning.
Outside, the city flickered—towering spires and neon signs blurring, as if reality itself were losing focus. It was happening more often now: time slips, memory glitches, people vanishing and reappearing with haunted eyes.
A red light blinked on the console. The knot—the glowing, intricate weave at the heart of the time stream—shuddered, its threads pulsing erratically.
"Another anomaly?" Linh's voice was tight as she entered, clutching a tablet full of frantic data.
Mira nodded. "Third one this hour. The tapestry's unraveling faster than we thought."
Felix burst in, out of breath. "You need to see this." He held up his phone, showing a video: a street dissolving into mist, people screaming as their memories seemed to drain away.
Mira's heart pounded. "We're running out of time."
She glanced at the knot, its light flickering between hope and despair. If they couldn't find the source of the decay, everything—and everyone—would be lost.
Tonight, the tapestry's fate would be decided