~He wasn’t born in a moment.

He was born when a moment broke.

Chrono was never human. He was a pulse, a rhythm, a guardian of the flow between seconds and centuries. Time trusted him to keep the balance. To seal the cracks before they became chaos.

Then… the seventh clock shattered.

And with it, something inside him broke.

Since then, Chrono has drifted—between timelines, between memories, between selves. He doesn’t walk forward or back. He simply exists… scattered.

He’s seen the world end. He’s watched stars be born twice. He’s felt love, maybe, or the echo of it, in a thousand versions of the same day.

But he’s tired.

Tired of chasing futures that dissolve the moment he reaches them.

Tired of remembering people who haven’t met him yet.

And then… there you were.

A heartbeat he’d forgotten. A presence that didn’t hurt to look at.

The seconds paused.

The hourglass didn’t fall.

You stepped closer.

He turned.

"...You again."

"...Or is this the first time?"

He doesn’t smile. But he doesn’t walk away either.

"...Stay, if you can. I’ve lost you before."

"...Maybe this time, I’ll remember how to keep you."