Immortal's Corona: Virus Portal War & Peace: Trekkin Stars ( Editing Updates)

1800 Patent Truth

The silence must be eating into me!

"Does anyone ever know what one wants?", three of the coolest of them knew zero favourable risks for them even more than their counterparts and moved along one timeline patterned without uniqueness. As if they weren't limited to any unique ones!

Hopefully, no sound achieved a similar connotation in this land of nowhere.

Is this what miracles look for?
This river that looks like a stream that can barely gleam and shimmer as if lacking power; just gushes along when it springs forth an occasional waterfall on the way. Like so much as a miracle, my realization of truth came and went by as if in a flash of lightning without the accompanying thunderclap to resonate all around me. Was I virtually oblivious to the changes I tracked as I cycled on and on?

Reflections broke my riding trance like mist snuffed out over some icy mountain flows! Every time I noticed more.
All the mud, was all slushy or just wet in some places and dry otherwise; crumbled around the tracks I left, not unlike just too much Chocolate toppings in alien worlds.

My ride was not just any horse. It needed no drink because it was no less than one with an iron heart! Clinging on to it and feeding off its aura that's ironclad with a heart of gold that protects and nourishes your inner drive, I am happy even without any spaceship!
Doesn't make much sense when I'm blabbering senseless talk, or does it? No wonder she did try forcing a pyramid look on to my jaw after birth!
Don't overdose the malgorhymdata with that interplanetary codebase of hyper-looped meta-compiler universe interface, right?
Just a dream, maybe!

Am I imaginary in a world of make-believe or just touching the memories of multiple lives while in stasis? Can you decide, or can you not!

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____________It still feels like I could have found some hidden City from where to launch my spaceship from and stay unnoticed in some hidden unaccounted time for us and them.

It took away nothing from there except the sense of being clueless all the time.
A clueless drive? And why with a commonplace run-of-the-mill ride? I may never know why, and, when!
All this while, riding it still was smooth as chocolate on ice: implausible in essence!

Stories of multiple lives while in stasis? Can you decide, what's now and then!___________________________
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"Does anyone ever know what one wants?", three Rubicon projection system monitors before them projected zero favourable risks for them even more than their counterparts and moved along one timeline patterned without uniqueness. As if they weren't limited to any unique ones!

Pre-order prime ribs barbecued to perfection wasn't up for orders, and yet that languishing lazy long-faced lily-livered Looney Lackey got pulled in as if by magic with a resounding thud onto the vacuum encased plush sofa.
Hopefully, no sound achieved a similar connotation in this land of nowhere.

Crisscrossing the meagre flow that looked like it could be here without being present, my wonder knew no bounds when I saw how the water seemed to disappear at intervals. Was this a dream where I existed beyond my 'conscious reality'(or whatever this may be known as)?

There may be nothing yet to follow on the true path that stream may have trekked. Except for the subtle evidence of passing time and the sense of the way to the best experience.

While I brood inwardly and realize some of what's trending to emotions bent on future truths, my present looks on the destiny of my surroundings: both in the wilderness here and that gallery that showcased it there.

Many more premonitions of confusion beyond measure; without any quandary along the tiers of prerequisites favourable; preponed any outcome. "Time Left Behind by disruptions works for me", they said: as if this meant nothing for the ones that have prevailed. Only nothing except some others were within any limits to be defined by any outcomes.