Somewhere in the Preserve, Shortly After Midnight, Saturday
There was a small apple tree, somewhere at the back of the preserve, near the rocky cliffs that tapered off into the water. It had been only a twig several months ago, but something had given it a little bit of an impulse. It had grown bigger, and healthier, and it had put a lot of energy into making apples.
One apple. An apple with a golden sheen.
Exactly at midnight, it grew heavy enough to start straining on its branch. A few moments later, and the fragile connection between it and the tree snapped, and it fell to the ground.
The Causeway went fuzzy for a few seconds, then straightened itself back out.
And across the multiverse, across space and time, various individuals, trying to travel back to an island in 2031-- got misdirected.
[[ have a fun reunion, y'all! ]]
One apple. An apple with a golden sheen.
Exactly at midnight, it grew heavy enough to start straining on its branch. A few moments later, and the fragile connection between it and the tree snapped, and it fell to the ground.
The Causeway went fuzzy for a few seconds, then straightened itself back out.
And across the multiverse, across space and time, various individuals, trying to travel back to an island in 2031-- got misdirected.
[[ have a fun reunion, y'all! ]]