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Through the Morning fog I came upon this Bridge, as it loomed over me like this huge structure was alive. The opening seem to lure me to travel through as if it was going to swallow me up whole if I did not...with or without my compliance it was going to have its way!...I had no choice but to enter in fear of its threating or manipulative powers over me.

Once in inside? The year was now 1897! stated on the plaque it displayed above. Inside it was quite peaceful. The breeze and fog that was once outside no longer exist. A new soft warmer air flow through with a smell that was different somehow, much more clean then before? I thought as I gazed out to see the color of my current world seem to disappear into this now Black in White version, How was this possible! I knew if I stayed or went any further in I wouldnt be coming back, I couldnt! Now stuck between two parallels in time, or what would seem to another like this black hole swallowing them up. What was I to do? Soon the anxious feeling came over me to run back, or was it to walk forward? do I enter a time much simple, clean, less perplex then the one I just came from, or do I run back to the much more complicated one that got me here in the first place? I suppose this very well could be "My Point of No Return" as I calmly and quietly move forward. or would it be backwards? PooF! the camera disappears

poor little Stylo..sniffle sniffle (as Les runs behind "wait you forgot your jacket"

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