islands of time

Futures evolve, when isolated, by rivers of consequences. Each of them, like a lost bird, adapted to whatever it needs to thrive and survive. Still similar to those that share the same ancestor. But yet different, unique, and unlikely to go back. The genes of what it was, still there, as frozen traces. Forever isolated. Trapped, in the Islands Of Time.

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