Chapter One: The Weight of Bells ⸻ The TARDIS landed with a sigh. Not a thud, not a groan — a gentle exhale, like even the ship itself knew to tread carefully. Ava stepped out first. Warm sun. Stone streets. Church bells in the distance — their tone bright, but somehow already mourning something yet to happen. The air smelled of bread, ash, and lavender. “Where are we?” she asked, brushing curls out of her eyes as she squinted upward. The Doctor emerged behind her, squinting at a nearby t...

Chapter One: Arrival at the Edge ⸻ The stars surrounding Orbitum Concordia gleamed like contract clauses — still, severe, silent. Suspended between the twin worlds of Yveth and Solarion, the ring-shaped station spun in perfect balance: engineered neutrality forged in the fires of centuries-long war. Here, peace was not won. It was constructed. Maintained. Supervised. And something was wrong. The TARDIS arrived not by decision but by suggestion — the way a coin lands on its edge, nudged by pr...

Chapter One: The Laughing Moon ⸻ The TARDIS landed with a soft chime, the usual wheezing vworp-vworp exchanged for a sound like wind chimes fluttering in a spring breeze. It stood at the edge of a hill, beneath a violet sky pricked with gold. Below, in the valley, the crystalline city of Miridell shimmered like a jewel on a spinning plate. Tents spiralled like ribbons of flame. Ferris wheels spun with prismatic spokes. Glass walkways caught the sun and threw it skyward. And everywhere — laug...

Chapter One: A Map Written in Ash ⸻ Berlin, 1940. The Reich was at its height. Steel boots on cobbled stone. Banners rippled red, black, and white in the ash-thick wind. And beneath the surface, something ancient had begun to whisper in machine-code. The TARDIS materialised in the shadow of the Brandenburg Gate. She was silent this time—no wheeze, no groan—only a brief distortion in the air like a breath held and forgotten. The Doctor stepped out first. No coat. Not yet. Just shirtsleev...

Chapter One: A Good Cup of Tea There was something almost sacred about the way the steam curled from a cup in the TARDIS kitchen. It wasn’t the tea itself—the Doctor brewed it with a pinch of something old, something Victorian, and a leaf he once acquired from a laughing monk on a lunar monastery. It was how he brewed it. Like it was an act of memory. He held the mug in both hands, letting the warmth settle into his knuckles. Across the bench, Ava sat with her feet propped on the edge of the...

Chapter One: The Convergence The stars had stopped whispering. Not all at once—no, the silence had crept in slowly, like frost on the edge of a TARDIS viewport. Worlds turned, civilisations rose and burned, yet the great cosmic song the Doctor had once danced through with wild defiance… had grown quiet. Distant. Fragmented. Until now. It began in a collapsing timeline. One of many. The universe had suffered a thousand fractures in recent centuries, each splinter carving off a new version of ...