This crack upon my wall is whispering to me.
Echoing in silence, fading into view- a burning wooden box, a faded shade of blue.
The forces have inverted, the wall is good as new.
He said that it's not safe yet.
"I will come back for you. To the future I must go, five minutes here should do."
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