……Stuck in a time that is not my own; surely I’m displaced and going to waste, absolutely obsolete is the times, deductively I must be from the future, events are made rigid, I suspect it’s what my future rest upon, if I change anything I’ll be gone, tell the wrong truths and I won’t be born, my superiors will have to be warned, the destruction of these times is what our knowledge and utopia rest upon.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 24th, 2024 08:34
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