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Old One!

Image by Dave Senecal
Story by Peggy Mintun

She woke with the knowledge of a different place, and felt as though she had traveled from the far reaches of time from a point where such concepts have no meaning. As she lay motionless, she began to doubt her voyage, even though the memory of it had felt so real just a moment before. She was aware of a chill that resonated from her soul, and felt the loss of something she had once held dear, even though she could not fathom what she was now missing. There was so much to recall, profound thoughts to process, yet she felt all the knowledge that she had gained on her journey begin to slowly trickle away until it all seemed like an ordinary dream. A dream that was so significant upon waking, only to dissolve into nothingness over the course of a second. Suddenly a realization dawned on her. She knew from the evidence in her hand that one reality had in fact merged with another.


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