mercredi 1 juillet 2020

The Never-were

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There’s a ghost in the TARDIS. A strange, ephemeral thing.
It flickers between planes, untethered. Unbound. It exists outside of memory, on the edges of perception.
Time flows differently through spirits and forgotten things. It arcs around instead of through, bending moments into hours, hours into decades. It moves backward as easily as forward, eddies within echoes.

Words: 2578, Chapters: 3/18, Language: English

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