Fun with SD3.5 - Tim!

Cogs turned, hissing softly, as the portal shimmered with captured starlight. Tim stared into it and saw reflections that weren’t his own—futures, maybe, or ghosts of who he might become. The hum of machinery was almost tender, like a lullaby built from sorrow. He reached out, knowing some doors can’t be closed once touched—and knowing he would touch it anyway.