Once upon a yesterday, there I was, standing on the shores of 1881. The salty breeze carried scents of adventure and curiosity. The lighthouse flickered, guiding lost souls to safety, or was it solace? I can never quite remember where I left the TARDIS.
My first encounter? A fisherman named Gideon, his boat creaking under the weight of the sea's mysteries. “So, you're a traveler then?” he asked, eyeing the strange device on my wrist. I chuckled. “More like a time connoisseur,” I replied with an exaggerated wink.
“Beyond the waves, dreams linger,” he said, casting his net into the horizon. “A place where time dances with stories untold.” I pondered that for a moment, considering how a simple phrase could hold universes within itself.
As we chatted, the past unfolded like a well-worn map. I shared tales of surf and sun from futures yet to unfold: flying hoverboards, sandy beaches of Mars, and underwater cafes buzzing with bioluminescent patrons.
“Careful, timekeeper,” Gideon warned, “the waves remember everything.” I shrugged, but a shiver traveled spineward. Indeed, the ocean's memory ran deeper than the abyss.
Before departing, I threw in a curious trinket: a small, rust-free coin marked with a year not yet past its prime—2050. “For good fortune,” I declared, vanishing with a wink towards the swirling mysteries of time and tide.
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