"For whom the bell tolls?"
When the sirens were approaching, the man was burying three rusted pocket watches into the soil of different eras. The back of the dials was engraved with mottos for the pursuers.
"We are all prisoners trapped in the present moment..."
When the last rain fell in 1999, they were always asking how to get a glimpse of the "door" again.
A figure stood on the steeple of St. Paul's Church, watching the raindrops falling upside down into the starry sky, murmuring softly
All the clocks should have started chirping counterclockwise, but instead the cracks in the disintegration of time gradually stopped...
Then time began to stride forward, announcing their return with high spirits
A lost, normal era begins...
(The new book is pioneering, feel free to speak out about any shortcomings, and I am grateful)
