Page 52 of The Messengers of Magic

The Hidden Journal of John Dee

A grave discovery has been made today. Giordano came to me in great distress, his face pale, his voice trembling as he recounted what had just occurred.

It seems our attempt to seal the rift has brought forth an unexpected and deeply troubling effect.

The Astral Synchronum now possesses the power to turn back time itself.

Giordano, in his curiosity, and without fully grasping what was happening, unwittingly activated the device.

As he described it, the Synchronum let out a series of chimes, three in total, before everything around him shifted.

Moments later, he found himself days in the past. By sheer fortune, he did not encounter his former self, but the implications of what could have happened chilled us both to the core.

Had he come face-to-face with himself, the consequences would have been catastrophic, time itself could have fractured, or worse, both timelines could have been destroyed entirely.

Giordano deduced that the number of chimes determines how many hours the device will keep the user in the past. However, once that time has elapsed, the user is snapped back to the exact moment they activated the device, like a tether pulling them through the fabric of time.

This new revelation comes with disturbing consequences.

I feel it now, the signs are unmistakable.

Objects have begun to shift in place, disappearing when no one has touched them, as if time is slipping through the cracks.

I found earlier today that a book I had placed on the shelf last night after reading it was no longer there, vanished without a trace.

I’ve witnessed the same events reoccurring, a bird repeatedly landing on a branch by my window, over and over in the exact same way; it’s as though time itself is stuttering.

The air feels charged, reality stretching at the seams. It is clear now that the Astral Synchronum is even more dangerous than we imagined.

Not only does it threaten the stability of time itself, but each use seems to worsen the tear we have already created.

The fabric of reality is fraying, and it is impossible to ignore.

If the Synchronum were to fall into the wrong hands, the consequences would be dire.

Someone could easily misuse its power, rewinding time again and again, creating fractures that could never be repaired.

I feel the world around me distorting, as though the past is bleeding into the present, and moments are slipping away, forgotten.

It is a tool far beyond what we were ever prepared to control, a tool that could become a weapon of unimaginable destruction.

I do not yet see a solution, but I know one thing for certain: this device must be contained or destroyed before it tears the world apart. We have lost control, and now the danger grows with every passing day.