Wataru

“Find me another timeline” I whispered and looked directly at the Wataru's eyes, handing over the traditional wooden bowl full of fruits and nuts. As always, the Wataru accepted the offer and closed its eyes forming a deep sad facial expression while humming a strange almost silent tune. I felt - for the third time in my short life – how the reality engine around me was vibrating as if I lost visual cortex focus and everything turned void black. It only took a few seconds but waking up from a timeline adjustment felt as if you were blinded by looking directly at one of the three suns in the sky. Reality re-formed itself once again out of the blackness and I found myself sitting at the Wataru...View all