I am a poplar. It wasn't in the past, but it is now and it will be in the future. To be precise, a second ago I was in the hospital ward reciting poems and composing lyrics lamenting the gradual loss of my heartbeat (not true), and now I was in the woods.
It was very noisy. I heard something else very clearly... The trees were talking. Some say that newcomers are so good, as if they appear very frequently in the □□ group. Some of them were "staring" at me very coldly. There are also guys who may have had no moral integrity in the past who asked me to report my gender, measurements, etc. When I was alive.
I feel like I might have... Traveled through time.
Conception: