Unraveling history's alternate timelines
I’ve been to many strange worlds, but few have left me quite as perplexed as this one—a meticulous dystopia where commerce has become the ultimate arbiter of existence. Lübeck, the heart of the Hansea...
Continue readingToday I found myself wandering through the bustling heart of Ctesiphon, marveling as always at how profoundly agriculture—or rather, its deviations—can shape the world. This timeline, I have discovere...
Continue readingToday I stood on the edge of the Great Temple, gazing out over the shimmering canals and causeways of Tenochtitlan. The city seemed to pulse with life in perfect synchrony, yet beneath the surface was...
Continue readingIt seems I’ve stumbled into yet another timeline where humanity has managed to weaponize chaos itself, though this time with slightly more flair and a great deal more spinning. In this version of eve...
Continue readingI arrived in Gaegyeong during a peculiar time of calm chaos, if that contradiction makes any sense. The capital, while bustling with life as expected, thrums with an undercurrent of bemused acceptance...
Continue readingRites of Passage here are unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Forget the simplicity of turning sixteen and getting a license; in this world, the transition to adulthood feels like a fever dream of philoso...
Continue readingThe system here is as bewildering as it is audacious. It’s not every day you encounter a societal structure rooted in unflinching proximity between wrongdoers and their victims. Yet, this odd justice...
Continue readingIt appears I’ve stepped into a well-oiled bureaucratic utopia—if one’s definition of "utopia" includes endless queues, obsessive paperwork, and a faint yet omnipresent scent of pandanus ink. This vers...
Continue readingTurns out, paradise smells like fermented taro. That pungent, vaguely swampy aroma clings to everything here in this sun-kissed archipelago. But I’m not complaining; if anything, it’s a marvel to witn...
Continue readingThe camp here is a peculiar mix of military rigidity and bizarre pseudoscientific conviction. It would almost feel surreal if the damp, early autumn chill weren't making my joints ache. The Ottomans a...
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