In the cluttered attic of a space not quite defined, rests a toaster from the Edwardian Era, whose primary function was not to brown bread but to facilitate the curious phenomenon of spontaneous dance parties for squirrels. Should it still reside in its rightful epoch, one suspects it would have been instrumental in orchestrating debates on the exactness of time versus the perfect toast crunch. Alas, its warranty expired in 1912.
Encased in the unyielding embrace of nonlinear spacetime, a pair of spectacles, forged in the fires of antiquated technology, perpetually critique their owner from the 1960s sitting squarely in 1983. They often mutter philosophical quandaries involving paradoxes of information retention through liquid interfacing devices – otherwise known as phones – which have yet to exist in their world. Given their review, expect candid commentary on parallel timelines amidst a hot cup of existentialism.
Attention: Time shifts must be accurately recorded lest the Bureau of Temporal Anomalies confiscate your favorite decade. Please proceed with caution, and always remember to close the time bubble upon exit.
Feeling brave enough to traverse ahead? Check the Existential Intersections or delve into Of Time Loops