In the tranquil hush of Monday’s dawn, the clock ticked steadily toward 5:00 a.m., yet the elusive embrace of sleep refused to envelop me. Maxine Eliezyara Zurcalde Duchane, at the tender age of 22, found herself at the crossroads of night and morning, the resilient mask of composure carefully crafted, concealing a persistent yearning that clung to the recesses of her being.
As the early hours unfolded, a peculiar contemplation took root in my mind. Have you ever allowed your thoughts to wander to the brink of the unknown, pondering the actions you’d take before the curtain falls on your life’s stage? My peculiar desire danced with the fantastical—a yearning for an encounter with a mystical being bearing an extraordinary gift: the ability to traverse time itself. While undoubtedly far-fetched, there was an undeniable allure to the notion. Doesn’t it stir a spark of curiosity within you? The coveted power I sought was anchored in a simple wish—to revisit a time when my family thrived in complete and unbridled joy. A whimsical aspiration, certainly, tempered by the sobering awareness that altering the past invariably carries weighty consequences. Yet, in the quiet corridors of my heart, even just for a fleeting moment, I longed to immerse myself in the warmth of happiness that had become naught but a distant memory.
With resolute determination, I rose from the cocoon of my bed, the cool embrace of the morning air clinging to my skin as I descended to meet the challenges of the day. I am Maxine, and the luxury of breakfast often fell victim to the relentless march of time. Swiftly navigating the routine that heralded the commencement of a new day, I found myself standing in the contemplative space of the garage, confronted with a choice that mirrored the decisions life often presents—a formidable car or the alluring call of the big bike.
After a measured deliberation, the rhythmic hum of the big bike resonated with a decision made. With purpose etched into the lines of my face, I embarked on the day’s journey astride the powerful machine, the wind whispering secrets as the road unfolded before me—a canvas upon which the story of my day would be written.
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