“Sands of buried time....
Is what I stumbled across my fateful path today.
Watches and clocks now viewed, exposed and weatherworn.
Relics of an almost long and forgotten era.
The discarded treasures of mankind's bygone memories...
Now viewed as future's yesterday.”

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“The trove stretches out for miles and miles here before me...
With a newer discovery of yet another's individual period of time.
And with each and every single step I would partake...
I then fell down to my knees to cry. For being an unwilling witness to this precarious sacrilege.
The dust tried to cloud my eyes...
As my brown skin slowly began to blister and bake.”

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“Then I stood up again and looked around me for a brief moment.
I struggled to...