There are no distress signals.
There are no coordinates.
There is only a transmission:
billions of fragments from futures that didn't occur.

They call themselves The Archive of Unfinished Tomorrows.
The files aren't files.
They are lives. Possibilities.
Each ends the same way:
"This version was not allowed to happen."

The Wanderer and her crew are pulled into an eerie drift between identity and potential.
A story of uncertainty, emotional echoes, and the weight of choices not made.
What happens when you are forced to confront every version of yourself you almost became?
And what if the only answer is:
You kept going. That was enough.

Still... we drift across the woven hush.

Still... we hum forgotten names into living rivers.

Still... we traverse.