Fixing the Time Stream
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears; I’m in a computer room.
As always, I am not sure why I am here.
A woman enters to inform me of my task.
Some silly child stole some time crystals.
No one knows how the boy did all of this.
Elders entrust me with fixing the time stream.
Entering the gateway, I find the child in limbo.
It is difficult, but I urge the child to give up now.
Thankfully, I get the time crystals back in time.
I enter the portal and depart the dream world.
The End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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