A heavy rain was pouring down on wild jungle of India. The nature was sleeping not yet awaken by the horror that would soon break free. Nothing moved… Except for the lonely figure of a man, finding his way through the wet tropical forest.
… Most people think that time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one direction. But I have seen the face of time and I can tell you – they are wrong…
To stop, to prevent the cataclysm, to find her! Only those thoughts were occupying his mind now. Before it is too late there is the chance to change the fate of all because…
…Time is like an ocean in the storm…
A great thunderstorm sounded in the night and she woke up. Was she scared? No. Then what? Like… Like a strange feeling of something going wrong… The young woman stood up and carefully, on her toes, went to the balcony.
… You may wonder who I am or why I say this. Sit down and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard…