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She showed me some of her magical collections. A range of magical captures of the sky. She arranged them carefully, and named them well. She would sometimes stared at even more skies, her soul wandered through the multiverse, in search for more undiscovered roofs of the horizon. She is so different from the other fairies I have met. She does not whine, but only shine. And she is, the lady

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Two hundred million years from your current minute, You will find me standing on the edge of your earth. Yes, a true edge. I am standing on a granite slab, before a mighty cliff, and the earth is split in two. It forms a pair of massive domes, separated by thin air, united only by history. In the far distance of the other dome, my yocto-engineered right eye can see an old couple, barely

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I am not the only dimension traveler from the academy.I've met others doing the same, playing with the multiverse.One that I will not forget is Valiant, of Arsh-Agrabha.Have you ever heard the stories of the many god of wars from different time lines of your civilizations? Have you seen people so willingly beat each other? Worshiping the power of their gods of wars?If so, then you have seen

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I am travelling through time, retrospects and prospects are mixed in the most quaint way you could have imagined.As time unfolds, you will soon have a light on why I am doing this.But mistakes, wherever and whenever they are made, are meant to be corrected.

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I was standing by the wreck of a Titan-mech -Zeus-, and the year, by your calendar entry would be AD. 4001 - in a space fold not known by your current physics calculation.Long way, and a deep dark dive into your futuristic dream, I might say.I just won the battle, I just defeated one of the myriad beings considered to be threats for the known realm.Throughout time and space, I have lived long

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The guy from the Brereton family, yes, Ashfar.Sometimes he had the craziest idea of mixing seeds of impossibility into a chaotic solution.We were still teenagers back then, when he created the most gigantic bean stalk in the universe.It's roots were plunged more than a hundred kilometers into the ground,and it's stem, leaves, and branches reached the ionosphere.But not only that!During our

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Of the numerous distinctive personalities I've met during my ever short-stay in one of your times,one still toll the loudest bell to my head until this very moment.She is Lady Livia.A husband to the great Roman king, a mother and grand mother to even greater kings of the roman descendants.Between me, -as her personal bathroom keeper-, nothing was ever significant to be told.But believe me, even

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Now, now, I remember something about wolves, a creature whose origins rooted deep in my own time.In many stories, you've heard Werewolves, She-Wolves, and many other variants, but what I knew was a little bit different.The Wolfman did not fear anything, as much as he cared only for eating.Living in his pack of brothers, he jammed his fang deep in the throat of the media.I had once the lucky

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Let me continue a bit about my quaint origin, as I walk you through the passages of what you might call, future.Yes, I am walking in the great land mass that many of you call as Siberia, but this time, five thousand years ahead of your present time frame.I met the fair maid and shortly felt acquinted for her, no, to every single aspect of her being.The immature feeling was soon became

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I arrived in a slump, merely one day of walk from the city of grandeur.The view was terrifying, traces of famine and drastic health degradation were everywhere.This area was said to be the victim of the hurricane Cassiopeia, a deadly engineered whirlwind, meant to be a weapon of global warfare, and courtesy of people of Earth.The weapon was tested here continuously, destroying resources, and

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I arrived in a city of splendor for the new year's eve.It was colored with the joy of carnivals, circuses, confetti, and lively markets.Almost every corner of the city was tremendous in its joy and celebration hypes.I stumbled upon a fair maiden on the crowd,the hair was silky black,and flawless charms on the lady beckoning the universe to move towards her.Our eyes met.A short conversation was

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I had a friend, was in the same university but in different major of science.The crowd called him Ashfar, and some by his family name Brereton.He had a strange acquintance with the mollecular life of everything;from mere bacteria to the gigantic creatures of ancient earth.If you happen to have read materials describing prehistoric animals called Dinosaurs,merely thank to him for he was so gifted

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Oh, it was quite a long time ago when I managed to formulate the path of dimensional void.The hollow gap in everything that could be used as a mean of material transfer through out all known dimensions.It was that day, when everything is set and I was about to start my dimensional journey.A polite yet unindentifiable man came to me, and began conversing:"Not many will like your endeavour Sir, if

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Once in a while, I will also tell you about my source and becomings.Hopefully this shall give you better understanding of what I am doing in the universe.I was born and raised in your earth, when it is very young indeed,during the time when the land mass of your current equator is located in the poles and vice versa,billions of years ago.I was considered a very gifted child even by that time's

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I arrived in a deserted village, two days walk from the colossal wind mill.A wounded man was lying near a well, looking sedated, dying on his last breaths.Carefully, I approached him.His eyes vigilant, even powerless."Who ... ", He murmured.I offered him water from my drying dragonskin.He gestured a rejection.I sat next to him, saying nothing.Dry wind blown sands to my eyes."Would you help me run

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My journey had taken me to this massive view of a spinning wind mill.It's gigantic blades were cutting the air around it's circular orbit, slicing the harmony only to create another.The wind mill started to talk to me;"Are you amazed with my gigantic and harmonous instruments?"I answered briefly "No."The axis part of it's blades shrieked in disgust.I closed my eyes just to get in tune with the

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Salute to thee,I am called by the name of Isman, and by my surname, Fairburn.Wandering through dimensions, time, and light, I came to the title, Architect of Fate.I tailor my own fate, and constantly sing my hymn to the universe;I bow to thee, fate bearerone who does not flee upon destinyI bow to thee, light seekerone who sees beyond infinityNow, now, if you come and see here now and then,I may

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