Disclaimer: All characters, events, and entities featured in senia echoes are entirely fictional. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events are purely coincidental and not intended to represent any individual.
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The story itself every word, every emotion, every twist through time is 100% human-written, created with intent, instinct, and soul. This universe wasn’t generated.
Every world begins in the mind but sometimes, it helps to see it.
The visuals across Senia Echoes were created using AI-assisted tools under my full creative direction. Every detail from Nesenia’s violet skin to the ancient line down her brow was carefully shaped to reflect the mythology, sorrow, and beauty of a universe I’ve spent years building.
The visuals across Senia Echoes were created using AI-assisted tools under my full creative direction. Every detail from Nesenia’s violet skin to the ancient line down her brow was carefully shaped to reflect the mythology, sorrow, and beauty of a universe I’ve spent years building.
Alongside these digital renderings, I’ve created my own hand-drawn concept sketches rough but personal. These sketches have helped guide the emotional and visual tone of each character, ensuring the soul of the story remains fully mine.
Why AI? Because I wanted the world to feel tangible... to give readers a sense of what’s coming, even before animation, film, or final artwork. These portraits are visual placeholders, created to amplify the experience, not define it.
One day, I hope these fragments evolve into living motion..hand-painted art, animated sequences, or scenes on the big screen. But until then, they stand here to whisper something simple:
Senia Echoes is already alive.
And you’ve just stepped inside it.
And you’ve just stepped inside it.
Time's breaking apart, and everyone’s picking a side, heroes, villains, everyone in-between.
They're either gonna save the future or rip it apart completely. Nobody knows how this story ends...yet.
A universe fractured by time. Characters forged by it.
Elise Voss
She didn’t ask to become Earth’s last hope. But fate never asks.
Commander. Half Indian. Half English.
Middle surname: Ahilya
Entirely unprepared for what’s coming.
She was trained to lead, not to unravel time itself.
But when a signal fractures reality...
She was trained to lead, not to unravel time itself.
But when a signal fractures reality...
Elise doesn’t just hear it she feels it.
And the Rift… feels her back.
And the Rift… feels her back.
Ren Arata
He doesn’t chase glory. He survives it.
He doesn’t chase glory. He survives it.
The strategist. The steady hand. The one who doesn’t flinch.
He’s seen war. He’s seen death.
But nothing prepared him for the silence that exists between timelines.
And nothing scares him more than a leader starting to change.
He’s seen war. He’s seen death.
But nothing prepared him for the silence that exists between timelines.
And nothing scares him more than a leader starting to change.
Noah Groves
He can break any system in seconds but the Rift isn’t built on logic.
The tech mind. The risk taker. Always three steps ahead… until now.
He can break firewalls, reroute power across galaxies, and joke through the worst of it.
But even Noah can’t hack the Rift.
And what he discovers might be the key..or the end.
He can break firewalls, reroute power across galaxies, and joke through the worst of it.
But even Noah can’t hack the Rift.
And what he discovers might be the key..or the end.
Riley Stone
She doesn’t trust words only what’s locked, loaded, and aimed at the impossible.
Weapons specialist. Protector. Loyal to the last breath.
Riley didn’t sign up for ghosts in the mirror or time playing tricks.
But when reality begins to fold, she stays grounded.
Because someone has to hold the line… when the stars fall apart.
Riley didn’t sign up for ghosts in the mirror or time playing tricks.
But when reality begins to fold, she stays grounded.
Because someone has to hold the line… when the stars fall apart.
Nesenia
She stood beneath the waterfalls, silent as the world she had failed to save. Her skin shimmered with the violet hue of her ancestors, but her eyes they held centuries.
Nesenia was never meant to lead. She was chosen by sorrow, not strength. When the Rift came, unraveling time and memory like thread through flame, she faced it not with fury, but with will.
Now, she walks alone. A shadow of Senia’s last heartbeat. The line down her brow, once a symbol of honor, is all that remains of a people the universe has already forgotten.
They whisper her name across fractured time.
And the Rift still listens.
And the Rift still listens.
Not with fury. Just... will
Vox
It sees everything. Remembers everything. But even Vox wasn’t prepared for this.
Vox is more than code, it’s the mind behind Echo-1.
Built to analyze, assist, and keep the crew safe, this neural core AI is fast, logical… and disturbingly intuitive. But as the Rift begins to twist time and truth, even Vox finds itself facing something it can’t compute.
Because when reality breaks, not even an AI is immune to doubt.
Built to analyze, assist, and keep the crew safe, this neural core AI is fast, logical… and disturbingly intuitive. But as the Rift begins to twist time and truth, even Vox finds itself facing something it can’t compute.
Because when reality breaks, not even an AI is immune to doubt.
The Rift
It doesn’t make sense. And that’s what makes it terrifying.
They don’t know how it started. No one does. Some thought it was just a hole in space. Others believed it was ancient, older than time itself. But the truth? It doesn’t sit still. It shifts. It listens.
Sometimes it even… responds. People near it start forgetting things. Or remembering things that never happened. Clocks break. Voices echo. And the worst part? The Rift doesn’t just pull you in, it changes what you are when you come back. If you come back.
Reflection
She knows Elise’s every thought — because she once was her.
It wears her face.
But it is not her.
It knows her thoughts, her guilt, her every move before she makes it.
And worst of all… it might be right.
But it is not her.
It knows her thoughts, her guilt, her every move before she makes it.
And worst of all… it might be right.
Elder Elise Voss
She’s been through time. What’s left of her isn’t just human.
No one knows how long she’s been out there.
She looks like Elise.. but older, quieter, like the fight’s never really left her. There’s something in her eyes… not fear, not anger.. just exhaustion. Like she’s seen the end again and again, and it never gets easier.
She looks like Elise.. but older, quieter, like the fight’s never really left her. There’s something in her eyes… not fear, not anger.. just exhaustion. Like she’s seen the end again and again, and it never gets easier.
She doesn’t ask for help. She doesn’t beg.
She just appears when time starts to fall apart.
And when she speaks, you listen because she’s not guessing.
She just appears when time starts to fall apart.
And when she speaks, you listen because she’s not guessing.
She remembers.
Monolith
The Monolith isn’t a relic… it’s a reminder that time broke, and something crawled through.
You don’t hear it arrive. It’s just… there.
Rooted like it’s been waiting.
Rooted like it’s been waiting.
Tall. Still. Wrong in ways you can’t quite explain. Its shape looks solid at first, but the longer you stare, the more it seems to shift like it’s breathing through the cracks in reality. You can feel it in your chest. Like pressure from something ancient, pressing down.
People near it forget things.
Not just memories...pieces of themselves.
Not just memories...pieces of themselves.
Some whisper it’s left over from the first time everything shattered. Others think it’s alive, that it’s watching or worse, dreaming.
Echo-1
It was built to explore but now it’s humanity’s last line of defense.
A cutting-edge spacecraft built for humanity's boldest missions. Sleek, advanced, and capable of handling the extreme unknown, Echo-1 isn't just a ship, it's Earth's frontline against the mysterious power of the Rift.
Sean Roberts
He faced the Rift first and became its greatest warning.
Commander. Earth’s first line of defense. The war hero history tried to erase.
He led the first mission against the Rift, armed with fleets, faith, and a fire that refused to dim.
What he faced out there wasn’t just a cosmic anomaly.
It was something far older. Far colder.
What he faced out there wasn’t just a cosmic anomaly.
It was something far older. Far colder.
He didn’t run. He didn’t surrender. He simply vanished.
But his final stand sparked whispers, of failure, of betrayal…
and of a little girl in the crowd who watched him go.
and of a little girl in the crowd who watched him go.
That girl grew up.
Her name was Elise Voss.
Her name was Elise Voss.
Cynthia Adams
She questioned the mission… and the Rift answered.
She was Commander Sean Roberts’ first officer aboard the E.D.S. Titan, sharp, fearless, and unafraid to speak the truth.
Cynthia saw what others refused to... this wasn’t a war they could win.
When the Rift opened, she vanished without a trace.
When the Rift opened, she vanished without a trace.
But something was left behind.
A presence.
A sign.
And maybe, just maybe... she’s not gone at all.
E.D.S Titan
They called it unbreakable. Then the Rift broke everything.
Sean Roberts was in command. No one questioned that.
The Titan was Earth’s biggest answer to the unknown—heavy firepower, elite crew, the best tech anyone could build. It was supposed to lead the charge. End the threat.
The Titan was Earth’s biggest answer to the unknown—heavy firepower, elite crew, the best tech anyone could build. It was supposed to lead the charge. End the threat.
But once they crossed the line…
Signals warped. Orders lost meaning. Time felt wrong. And just like that the Titan was gone.
Signals warped. Orders lost meaning. Time felt wrong. And just like that the Titan was gone.
Some say it was destroyed.
Some say it changed.
And some still wonder if Sean saw what’s waiting on the other side.
Some say it changed.
And some still wonder if Sean saw what’s waiting on the other side.
William Butler
He warned them. They ignored him. Now it’s too late.
He wasn’t chasing headlines. He just couldn’t stay silent.
William Butler saw the Rift’s patterns, the shifts, the silence, the signs. While others wrote it off, he pieced together what no one wanted to hear.
William Butler saw the Rift’s patterns, the shifts, the silence, the signs. While others wrote it off, he pieced together what no one wanted to hear.
He went public. He pushed.
And they shut him down.
And they shut him down.
Some say he cracked.
Others say he saw what’s coming next.
Others say he saw what’s coming next.
And somewhere, his final message is still out there… waiting to be heard.
Commander Eric Hayes
He doesn’t flinch in chaos but even he can feel time breaking.
He’s the kind of man who walks into a room and makes the chaos quiet. Not because he’s loud because he doesn’t have to be. Eric Hayes has seen wars break worlds. He’s watched soldiers fall, promises fail, and still… he stands. Always stands.
Stoic, sharp, and impossibly composed, Hayes doesn’t wear his history on his sleeve but it’s there, behind the eyes. Every loss.
Every decision he never talks about.
He doesn’t believe in miracles. He believes in preparation. Strategy. Sacrifice. And if Elise Voss is Earth’s last hope… then Hayes is the one keeping that hope from burning out too soon.
He didn’t sign up to chase legends. He signed up to make sure someone survives them.
Irina Varga
She doesn’t panic. She recalculates.
Once stationed behind satellite walls and data streams, Irina Varga was the one they called when no one else could make sense of the chaos. Precise. Unshakable. She doesn’t just process information.. she anticipates it.
Now she’s in the field. Right where the Rift is breaking reality.
She respects Elise Voss, but she doesn’t follow blindly.
If something’s off, she says it.
Out loud.
Even in the middle of hell.
If something’s off, she says it.
Out loud.
Even in the middle of hell.
She’s quiet. She’s calculating.
And when everything collapses...she’s the one still thinking.
And when everything collapses...she’s the one still thinking.
Vastra
She doesn’t conquer planets, she conquers eras.
She doesn’t conquer planets. She conquers eras.
Risen from fractured timelines and chaos-born realms, Vastra is more than a threat.
She’s history’s revenge.
And she’s watching Elise.
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Xyra
Every move she makes is calculated and no one ever sees the second one coming.
She doesn’t raise her voice doesn’t have to.
Xyra’s the silence that falls just before everything goes wrong. The one who walks unseen while worlds burn behind her. As Vastra’s enforcer, she isn’t just a fighter she’s the edge of the blade. Cold. Controlled. Absolute.
Born in the aftermath of chaos and sharpened by war, Xyra doesn’t hesitate. She doesn’t ask questions. She carries out Vastra’s will like it’s her own.
And when you finally notice her?
It means she’s already made her move.
Celyx
He doesn’t manipulate time...he owns it.
Molten ash. Living fire. A mind that drips with ruin.
Celyx has a form now forged from collapsed stars and worlds that no longer exist.
He doesn’t speak. He burns.
And time itself recoils in his presence.
Celyx has a form now forged from collapsed stars and worlds that no longer exist.
He doesn’t speak. He burns.
And time itself recoils in his presence.
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Molten Priest
“He didn’t walk in. I just… looked up, and he was there.”
Can’t explain it. You know when you feel heat, but there’s no fire? Like the room’s holding its breath? That’s what it’s like before he shows up. And then suddenly he’s not arriving, he’s already present. Standing. Still. Too still.
His robe if you can call it that…it moves like smoke that doesn’t need air. Bits of it glow. Like embers trapped in fabric. You can’t tell what’s underneath, not really. Maybe a face. Maybe not.
He doesn’t talk much. And when he does? It’s slow. Quiet. Like… like he’s choosing every word from a different century.
He’s with Celyx. But not under him. It’s more like… they’re bound by something older than names. He watches the Rift. And he listens. That’s what makes him scary. He actually listens.
By the time you see him, it’s not a warning.
It’s already happened. You just haven’t realized it yet.
It’s already happened. You just haven’t realized it yet.
Quentin Ashford
He wanted power, not truth and the Rift gave him both… for a price.
He didn’t start out as the villain. He just... wanted to matter. Wanted his name on something bigger than himself. Maybe that’s what blinded him the hunger for recognition, for control. Quentin talks like a leader, walks like he’s already won, but deep down? He’s terrified.
You can see it in the way he hesitates when no one’s watching. The way he flinches when Celyx speaks.
He thought he was making a smart deal.
He didn’t realise the cost would be himself.
He didn’t realise the cost would be himself.
Senia-3
From a distance, it looked quiet. But nothing about this place is silent.
They thought it was dead. Just another rock orbiting a fading star. But the moment they touched down, everything felt… off. The ruins, the signals, the way sound travels differently.
Like time doesn’t behave the way it should here. Senia-3 doesn’t feel abandoned, it feels aware. And whatever's buried beneath its surface isn’t done speaking.
Disclaimer: All characters, events, and entities featured in Senia Echoes are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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