The Department of Lost Tomorrows
You cannot book another evening in the past.
A department keeps the evenings you never got around to spending with someone. You come to collect yours. A short story about postponed dinners, regret, and the difference between revisiting a missed connection and making a new one.
How it was made
Written and coded with AI assistance; no image or audio model rendered the page. Three endings, with a restart available throughout. Revised after a reader found the first version confusing: the loss is now concrete, and the choices change what happens.
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