This is a masterfully crafted work of fiction. Based on factual incidents in Time and Space.
Has it always been this way?
He referred to himself a ''Master of Havoc''. When he completed his work, there lay chopped and splattered remnants of information and dispatches. There was a third piece of a context sticking to the roll-away chair.
Rather quickly, from who knows where, She slid and bounced through, her grinning Bhangra twirl. The percussion and a many-stringed instrument gathered the constellations in a trail. Stooping down to collect the fragments of syllables and phrases, She spun them around, weaving a magnificent Net.
The stars shuffled in realignment.
The Earth glazed pebble and tree limb, sea swell and cork screw.
The knitNet, pliant and stretching, kept the heavenly bodies carefully.
suddenly......substance and significance.
the word of the day was Love.
the End.
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