Ruth: The Epilogue

"But..."

I was being dragged by the ebb of time into the abyss. On the shores, beneath the mountains, blue waters lulled my feet. I was looking at the completion of my life as she was calling me to join the tides.

The gravity of the past pulled me into the quantum architecture of multiple dimensions of life. I fell into the realms where I tricked my past to stay engaged. My present is an analogy of my past. The energy I created, then, in the quantum architecture transformed into an autonomous being of intelligence. I was unable to stop it from growing into a being. They said, "Quantum corresponds to each other and can transfer information to each other, no matter of space or time."

Her lips quivered, and her feelings clouded her mind as she appeared like a glitch in time. Her words echoed through the ages, "We should remain ignorant of each other like we used to be in the past. I will pretend that I never knew you."

P.S: Spenser read from his book, "Which, at the appointed tide, each one did make his bride," as the universe shifted and arranged new patterns for me.

I loved Ruth in every particle of the universe. I wanted to forget everything, but nothing had gone with the ebb of time. Somewhere inside me, the marks caused by her smile were still bleeding, refusing to dry up. But still, I wondered, how did she happen to me? Where did she come from? What made me love her like that?"

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