The past cannot be controlled any longer.
What is the past exactly? It is a field of memories that replay in our mind on occasion.
Some of the dialogue might have changed because as the days go by our memory of what exactly happened is hazy.
The past is like the representation of plants that devolve back into seeds because the more you grow the more you forget who you were before.
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