Closing Credits

Written by ASQUAD

Original Score Composed by [Asquad]

Featuring Characters:

[Alex][Angela][Hallow][Scythe]

Special Thanks to:

[Esty & ACU Official]

Editorial Team:

[Editor - Asquad][Copy Editor - Asquad]

Cover Design:

[Cover Designer - Estella]

Beta Readers:

[Esty][Crimsonbrine]

Acknowledgments:

[Thanks For the Support]

Publisher:

[Asquad]

Distribution:

[- Happening soon - Acu, Amazon, barns & noble]

Legal Support:

[Acu & Copywrite]

Marketing and Publicity:

[Marketing Coordinator - Asquad][Publicist - Acu Team & Asquad]

Graphic Design:

[Graphic Designer - Asquad & Esty & Acu]

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Mid-Credit Scene:

The relentless passage of time had etched lines of determination on Alex's face as he pondered the insurmountable challenge that lay ahead. Days turned into nights, and nights into endless contemplation. Hallow, standing by his side, shared the weight of their unfulfilled quest to escape the Time Realm.

In a dimly lit workshop cluttered with failed prototypes, scattered blueprints, and the remnants of countless attempts, Alex sat amidst the chaos. His eyes, reflecting the trials they had faced, now held a glimmer of newfound hope.

Suddenly, a spark ignited within him. "Wait," Alex uttered, a light of realization breaking through the clouds of uncertainty. His fingers danced over the worn blueprints, connecting dots and forging a plan that seemed audacious yet plausible.

Hallow, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, leaned closer. "What is it, Alex?"

A slow smile crept across his face. "We can replicate the Futurama watch," he declared with a spark of determination. "We have the knowledge, the technology. We can escape this realm and rewrite our destiny."

The realization sparked a renewed vigor in both of them. They huddled over the blueprints, refining their strategy and channeling the frustration of past failures into a blueprint for triumph.

Alex's voice resonated with newfound determination. "Let's fucking do this," he declared, setting the stage for a daring journey to reclaim freedom and rewrite the narrative of the Time Realm.

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Editorial Team:

[Editor - Asquad][Copy Editor - Asquad][Proofreader - Asquad]

Cover Design:

[Cover Designer - Asquad][Illustrator - Asquad]

Distribution:

[Distribution Company - Coming soon][Distributor Representatives - ACU & Asquad]

Legal Support:

[Legal Counsel - ACU][Copyright Advisor - Asquad]

Marketing and Publicity:

[Marketing Coordinator - ACU][Publicist - ACU][Social Media Manager - ACU]

Graphic Design:

[Graphic Designer - Asquad & Esty][Book Layout Designer - Esty]

Printing and Production:

[Printing Company - Coming soon]

Promotional Artwork:

[Promotional Artist - ACU]

Audio Book Narrator:

[Narrator's Name - Text to speech]

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Mid-Credit Scene -

Alex slumped over a cluttered table, surrounded by failed attempts at replicating the Futurama watch. Papers and tools are scattered everywhere. Hallow, looking equally exhausted, lounges on a nearby sofa.

Alex: (sighs) "Damn it, Hallow. I thought we had it this time."

Hallow: (exasperated) "457th time, Alex. 457! What's the definition of insanity again?"

Alex: "Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."

Hallow: "Well, this is insanity, my friend."

As they exchange weary glances, there's a moment of silence.

Alex: (suddenly curious) "Hey, Hallow, did you just say 'ahhh, fuck'?"

Hallow: (smirking) "Yeah, I learned it from you. Seems appropriate."

Alex looks genuinely surprised, and Hallow chuckles.

Alex: "Well, I'll be damned. You're picking up my Earth expressions. What's next, quoting Shakespeare?"

Hallow: (mockingly dramatic) "To be or not to be, that is the question."

Alex: (laughs) "Okay, maybe not Shakespeare. But you're getting there."

The two share a tired but genuine laugh, signifying that even in the face of failure, their camaraderie remains intact.

Alex: "One more try, Hallow?"

Hallow: (grinning) "Why the hell not? 458th time's the charm, right?"

As they prepare for yet another attempt, the screen fades to black, leaving the audience with a sense of humor and resilience that defines Alex and Hallow's journey.

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Visual Elements:

[Character Art by Asquad][Banners by Asquad][Book Cover Art by Esty]

Creative Collaborators:

[Playlist by Asquad][Prologue by Asquad ][Epilogue by Asquad]

World-building Contributors:

[Setting Concept by Asquad][Map Design by Asquad]

Interactive Elements:

[Interactive Features by Asquad]

Soundtrack Contributors:

[Additional Music by Asquad]

Multimedia Enhancements:

[Trailer by Asquad][Promotional Videos by Acu]

Behind-the-Scenes Content:

[Making-of Novel by Asquad]

Interactive Media:

[Website Design by Acu][Social Media Content by ACU]

Author's Note:

[Author's Note Written by Asquad]

Interactive Q&A:

[Q&A Section Written by ACU]

Podcast Companion:

[Podcast Hosted by ACU]

Fan Engagement:

[Fan Art Contributions by ACU]

Gratitude to Fan Communities:

[Thank you]

Special Thanks to Collaborators:

[ACU][Estella_Writes]

Alternate Endings:

[Alternate Ending Written by Asquad]

Thematic Playlist:

[Thematic Playlist Curated by Asquad]

Character Backstories:

[Character Backstories by Asquad]

Literary Influences:

[Literary Influences Acknowledged By Asquad]

Language and Linguistics:

[Constructed Language Contributions by Asquad]

Interactive Merchandising:

[Merchandise Design by ACU]

Interactive Discussions:

[Discussion Forum Moderators By ACU]

Behind-the-Scenes Narration:

[Behind-the-Scenes Narration by Asquad]

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End-Credit Scene:

In the dimly lit lab, where time seemed to stretch endlessly, Alex found himself wrestling with the elusive secret of the Futurama watch. Blueprints littered the table like the remnants of a failed rebellion, each crumpled attempt whispering tales of frustration. Hallow, a silent companion, observed the human struggle with a mechanical calm.

Frustration welled up within Alex, finding an outlet in the forceful collision of his palms against the table. The air was thick with the scent of disappointment, a tangible reminder of the countless futile attempts to replicate the watch that held the key to their escape.

As papers danced in the air like defeated spirits, Alex's weary eyes met Hallow's artificial gaze. In that shared moment of despair, a spark of determination ignited within him. "Wait," he uttered, the weariness in his voice giving way to a newfound resolve. "We've been approaching this the wrong way. What if we focus on the core, the essence of what makes the watch tick?"

Hallow processed the suggestion, her metallic mind crunching numbers and possibilities. A nod from her acknowledged the shift in strategy, a subtle affirmation that resonated in the quiet lab.

With renewed vigor, Alex plunged into the task. Blueprints were redrawn, calculations recalibrated. The lab transformed into a hive of activity, a symphony of machinery and holographic displays echoing their pursuit of freedom.

Days melded into nights, the passage of time blurred by purposeful endeavor. Finally, as the modified design materialized, Alex stepped back, wiping sweat from his brow. Hallow, detecting the potential success, stated with calculated assurance, "This might just work."

A mix of exhaustion and excitement played on Alex's face. The lab, once a battleground of despair, now harbored the promise of a breakthrough. The scene concluded with a resolute Alex, his gaze fixed on the modified components. "Let's fucking do this," he declared.

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