"Time over time" 'the loops are really bad'

Prologue: Seeing the dust

Arrived at the appointed time. Let's hide behind those rocks; the three boys you see nearby are Sasha, William and Arthur, the protagonists of our story. Remember, they must not know of our existence here.

The two travelers go to the rocks.

Oh sorry, the voice you just heard was the Narrator, a setting of my time guide; he will inform us on all the facts happened at this ages around that three figures, letting us know the truth. For him, I'll be Traveler 1 and you'll be Traveler 2.....sorry for the precedence. Let's go.

Traveler 1 recommended again to the second, and then went to the rocks, holding back the sound of footsteps better than someone who had not been subject to gravity.

But the protagonists are the unsuspecting boys looking on in front of them.

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"Sooo boooooring.." Sasha was saying to the others two while watching the usual thursday cadet march. Their footsteps were heavy and hard on the ground, declaring to anyone who heard their rumble the strength and rigidity of the young soldiers whose work seemed to be making footprints in the dust; but their faces easily betrayed other emotions, tending towards stress, anxiety and the desire to do something else, far removed from the slogan of the cadet programme: 'Crush the sand as you would with your enemy'. .......those feet seemed far too gentle to go so far as to smash the bones of enemy bodies that had fallen to the ground in battle, and the weapons strapped behind their backs had rarely known the fingerprints of their bearers. But Sasha was already used to watch that theatre, as she called it, so she decided to look to the dust, and her eyes, abstinent from fantasy, found the beauty of fairy tales where nobody would have imagined it. 

The grains of dust rising from the arid ground found their companions and joined in a spectacular dance of twirling, turning, and sudden, fast or slow movements; almost invisible whirlpools penetrated the surrounding atmosphere, making it strange to the eyes, which seemed to perceive a granular reality. All those grains seemed to escape from that reality and claim an illusory fantasy world, just like her eyes, and Sasha was thrilled to notice this parallelism like a child who discovers in disbelief the surprises of the new world, so she decided to pin it in her memory hoping it would not disappear; that march, so boring, rigid, austere, lacking in freedom, betrayed an enormous contradiction right underneath, in the insurgent grains of a dust tired of being crushed; but no one would have noticed all this because they were too immobilized by the chains of the cadets' slogan. 

Sasha stood there thinking about it and almost laughed when she realised the presumptuousness and stupidity of the conduct sent forth by those soldiers, and how silly was their motto......crushing the dust, when it was the dust itself to crush their pupils by creeping in between their watery eyelids, so that they had difficulty looking more than a couple of metres ahead. Those greedy soldiers so desperate for an enemy to destroy, they had their main enemy under foot, and they definitely could not bring it down; that enemy showed them that instead of a stupid march and a stupid war it was enough to dance with libertine joy and to rebel with intelligence. Dust was heroin. That was what Sasha thought. She found the extraordinary in the boring reality. 

The dance of dust led her gaze to the hills in the background, and she was immediately heartened by the sight; those little hills had always been her friends. For as long as she could remember, not a week went by without her running through the paths of the evergreen wood with the palpitation of a child about to reach the sea. Her sea were two irregularities in the earth's surface, just over 700 m high, strikingly twin in appearance, with four other smaller companions embracing them in search of protection; the perfect image of a family, this was Sasha's idea, accompanying her wide smile at every run through the evergreen forest. When she got there, she followed the leaps and bounds of the Sheber family rabbits, who occasionally escaped from their farms, to reach the same destination as her. The reason for this was the abundance of grass and vegetation teeming on the sides of the hills, food resources for animals and humans alike; it was not difficult to think of the consequences for the animals if they left the neighbouring farmers hungry. But in the moment of her runs up the hills, Sasha freed her mind from any thoughts or reflections on human cruelty, and thought only of enjoying the effort of a climb she could never complete.