A light glows. It begins to flash. Explosion-implosion. It slows exploding, and in the void, a rock grows trees. Three historical eras -- Blue, Yellow, and Red -- go by, green and orange in between. Six years pass, ten seconds. An alarm rings. You move a muscle on your cheek. Someone gets up to leave. Time wants to stop but can't. It whimpers, allows itself a whimper, knowing it's hopeless. All feel a moment of déjà vu before time is whipped again and staggers on and the sun is hoisted up the sky.
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