Time of Shiny Photo-Felt

A Story by Abishai100

Can time-teleport offer fantasy for heroics in a universe filled with the uncertainty of race volition checks?

A time-travel fantasy-romance.

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Let me tell you my dark story of time-travel that sent me across the universe in search of bound-Romanticism for my discovery of a special civilization sentiment art-image of a damsel of city-lands for special absinthe-adjective, friends.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'd found special radio-chemistry perturbations ingenuity for universe electro-magnetic waves interference holes for traveling through time for my Selfie-age of citizenry-lifestyle convenience vanities for transportation of human souls image into the fog of profitable chandeliers for the Ego.

So, I designed this time-travel device of engineering and found myself wandering through the eons of Earth in search of a perfect damsel-lady who caught the visage of my cyber-images culture collected photo-artwork of an old-European saloon angel-lady of incomplete-distances readings of the hospitality-magic of bound-Romanticism, determined to link her with some time-ages wandering/streets heroine of machinery-spirits for the Ego (wow).

When I found myself in a fantastic other-world place through travel with my teleportation-miracle device, I found an examination worth the tell in this secret/buried time-capsule tell in my New England (Boston-town) image-complemented story for the uncertainty of our universe of profit-IQ quarters. I was engaged by a future-world environment of clay-like living/organic/conscious underground dwelling gnomes who sought to defy the overground Empire of a warlock who called himself Doom (for art's chatter).

DAMSEL: This is your Crusade to link me with your future-art of heroine-dreams?

ME: I guess I'm masked/geared in premonition for my Earth-age of deeds, lady!

DAMSEL: You want me to fly-away with you from these gnomes of the Empire.

ME: If we become hero-romance for these gnomes, they'll defy the Empire, no?
DAMSEL: Well, seems you've equated your age of heroine-image with time's ears.

ME: Maybe I'll become my own-time reveler of costumed/masked lead.

DAMSEL: Selfie-like?

When I returned to my own time's dominion, I casted my memoir of contact with that time-portal damsel-heroine for whom I'd become a special transit-messenger of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of Earthling-phonics and hoped she'd remember me for what I'd cast as a special magic for transit-chandeliers...incomplete-shine.