vonnegut

Billy Pilgrim found himself in the peculiar condition of being unstuck in time, yet again. This time he found himself in the ruins of Dresden, the city he had witnessed being bombed to oblivion, yet as he looked around, he saw not the ruin but a city teeming with life. He was in a past that he never saw, Dresden before the war.

There was something undeniably chilling about the string-like formation of the molecule Ice-Nine. Its essence, created by the eccentric Dr. Felix Hoenikker, held the potential to rewrite the chronicles of the world. Yet, amidst all science, no one had anticipated the catastrophic reality lurking within its crystal-like beauty.