Father Time stood outside and above his net. He could read it like a map. He had warned that if the children tried to break his net, they would vanish from the record.
Mother Earth held a secret. She had a special hidden seed, a line of children, that saw time’s net differently than the rest.
What he didn’t tell was that down the line, the net of time was bound to fail.
Only one would make it out. This one would hold all of human history, both written and unwritten.
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