You gazed around your room, filled with photographs collected over many years. But these were not simply mementos of places you had been or people you knew.
Each photo represented a gateway into another time.
There were candid shots of lively marketplaces, faded Polaroids of pristine natural landscapes, a collection of portraits spanning decades. Not all were from this world either - some seemed to show alien vistas or fantastical steampunk cities.
The Chronograph sat waiting on your desk, its bulbous lens pointing at nothing, as if ready to transport you into any photo that caught your interest. But which one? The choice was yours.
Somewhere in this room was a portal to another era, another life, another world entirely. You needed only to send the right photo to the Chronograph, press the button, and experience whatever story was captured within those glossy frames and borders.