Direction of Time
Time had always travelled towards what had yet to happen. Until, one night, it turned.
Seeds remembered the flowers they would become. Footsteps appeared along paths before anyone walked them, and the sea returned things it had swallowed centuries ago.
Soon, yesterday and tomorrow began arriving together. A single moment could open into a thousand different futures, each waiting for the smallest movement to begin.
Somewhere among them, this moment is still choosing its direction.
Direction of Time
Time had always travelled towards what had yet to happen. Until, one night, it turned.
Seeds remembered the flowers they would become. Footsteps appeared along paths before anyone walked them, and the sea returned things it had swallowed centuries ago.
Soon, yesterday and tomorrow began arriving together. A single moment could open into a thousand different futures, each waiting for the smallest movement to begin.
Somewhere among them, this moment is still choosing its direction.
