Phantom Prophecies

I woke up to an unsettling stillness, yet the air felt thick with unseen movement. As I explored the house, I noticed strange divination tools scattered in every room—tarot cards, scrying mirrors, and cryptic runes—none of which belonged here. They only became visible when I focused on a single point, as if reality itself was shifting to reveal them. Among my home's modern, minimalistic decor, peculiar vintage artifacts stood out like remnants of another era. But the strangest thing of all was the presence of figures—shadowy, unfamiliar people wandering the halls, their forms flickering like echoes from the past.

As I delved deeper, I uncovered something even more disturbing. Hidden within the house were old computer scripts, their code still active, pulsing with an eerie glow. When I touched them, the world around me distorted, revealing a fragmented memory—my father, deep in conversation with an unknown man. They spoke of prophecies and the power to see the future, but something had gone horribly wrong. My father had failed. His experiment had shattered the fabric of time, merging the past with the present. Scrawled across a whiteboard was a desperate message: To restore time, find the six books. These books, lost within fractured timelines, were the key to undoing the chaos. If I failed, the house would continue to shift… until reality itself unraveled.