Contextually, his life was exactly like my life, only we were separated by the different events which we went through, only having shared the experiences with each other when we were actually together, hanging out and chilling like homies and talking around each other time. As best friends, we liked to congregate together sharing similar interests of time, such as with the ladies or looking for cute young women to hang out with.
With time all settled down like the withering of a plant as it accepts its own fate, sinking back to the earth to be born again one day. The rest of the time, the action excited me mostly, although I had a taste for my own lack of action. It goes on.
The town was a wide array of objects and animals, along with the people, interacting as they traded goods, both swindling and prospering from that which each person produced. By course of nature, each person specialized in one aspect of the world, whether it be producing potatoes with wondrous rains and bountiful soil, or another could create a mechanical calculator for complex algorithms using the well refined tools and insight he is provided with in order to do his work.
None of the individual paths are necessary to the whole to survive, so no loss can be detrimental to all. But, however, some paths can greatly aid the community by providing yet another service to the bizarre of talent displayed before the commoner’s eye.
Of course, those in higher power in places secluded from the simplistic splendors of town life, the people apparently held an intellectual power, aided by their libraries of book, ready to defend the people against the power of the word by merely telling words of wisdom and grace displayed to a weary soldier.

I lived once in those days, and, let me tell you, the vision before you can be incredibly intricate and misleading. I saw good days with model cars collected among the boys, shooting to places never before reached by our kind. That was not as impressive as some of those who claimed to own the universe, moving to the center of grace and back. All seemed to be beautiful and well for all, and in their eyes, it may just have been.
Much like the mythical figure of Siddhartha, one child grew up with immense knowledge within the home. Unlike the other youth, this child also had immense knowledge of the world outside the home and around the country.

End Introduction

The Sunken Land
Authored by: Ross Dale Kelly

Jogging casually, on my way through the courtyard to class, the bag I carried seemed heavier than usual: for this was a curiosity in its self which seemed not always present, but surprises me at the right time. I could see in the light a clear path, uninhabited, winding through the trees over the horizon. The peaceful scene did not sink out of sight either as we, my class mate and I, hurried further to the sidewalk, then past the planters and into the house in which I was studying the stars and astrological matter effected by physics. The brightly colored earth slowly faded through glass doors into a quaint living room around the corner, a study and bar. In the shadows, of the newly lighted floors, I saw my reflection, quick and resilient toward the problem at which I had been pondering for the last few weeks. We had interestingly enough, as a people, an affliction to revere the stars and watch them pass us through our lives. Today however, the lesson seemed more pertinent than I expected during the previous minutes before entering the door. My thoughts moved back to the bag, which I started to dismantle, pulling out key components and tools. The clock began to tick. I noticed my wristwatch, a crafty component which was tracking a time outside our actual realm of time, although not space. We had all come to recognize the glory of clever intuits, which supported every action in our lives.
Our planet, as we now call it, is more of a device or encapsulated sliver of space to walk atop, considering it is actually a spaceship of sorts. We have, since the beginning of our race’s time, been propelling ourselves on plotted course through the universe in order to gain momentum towards the center of the black hole. As we move closer, our light seems to glimmer more and more as space and stars take their turn moving toward the largest point of gravity in the universe.
In our place and time, we have discovered that our travels could come to no end, or perhaps a gruesome crush atop the gravity’s infinite compacting capability. But, our mission, as our forefather’s accepted, to one’s dismay, and it is a duty to which we can utterly throw ourselves to in unanimous support.
The predicament, although not thoroughly clear now, all turns back to your time, incidentally, in a groundbreaking invention which depicts both time and space in its entirety, as almost a space mass, to which another side has yet to be discovered. Invented by my a group of scientists, including my grandfather, this telescope does not feel the universe by way of traveling light reflected from images, but rather instantly sees the universe and interoperates it on a type of map which can be read, in reference to the position of the device.

My watch struck twelve, and I was a nervous wreck. It was at this time through which we were predicted to simonize again with our original clock, and it was anyone’s guess at exactly which day we would leap over, considering our original time seemed to include leap years (for which we had accounted) and other factors all pointing toward an ambiguous detection.
This was less than satisfactory for me, considering many people trusted my calculations and took my word that everything would go along smoothly, with the elder scientists and new students accurate along with their claims, residing smoothly into the vicinity of our original universe. Unfortunately, there were also strong oppositions to my claims, and those of the group in which I was involved. Their theories predicted that we were merely half way to our final resting place, in which case we would never, never see the day. We, however, in the new academy of science predicted a wormhole effect after passing through the black hole, in which case we would be transported back to earth to, surprisingly enough, in the exact place at which we had left, embarking on our journey. It seemed unlikely, but far favorable to the alternative.
II
Back on the Earth’s Surface

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