"Lewis all are theories are still theories. When everything is set in motion, one must be an avid and be vigilant of any process. In my experience, there has to be at least maximum amount of theoretical 'hellish nightmare scenario'. This is my first rule to apply all theories into applied practice. Remember this always." Olvr Drakus states.
"You have been warned Thialmu, no more insurrections." The Chief pounded at the table. "All we wanted to see if that person can be responsible of what he got in the end, besides Terra 7 is at the brink of its knees.", Thialmu retorted.
The love of money compasses all. It was written the root of all evil is money. Yet all the world's collective history dates back to what money can do, and don't. There was a single man who sold the world then and now that is about to change. All for the cause of things that can be altered. It was the year when the Philadelphia experiment that tides had changed. In the Bermuda triangle altered the course of temporal anomalies began. One certain thing remained. How to bend and manipulate time itself.
The Enchanting Reign of Queen Isabella
In the heart of the lush and enchanting realm of Eldoria, a kingdom on the brink of obscurity found itself at the crossroads of destiny. The once-thriving land, shrouded in the shadows of neglect and political turmoil, yearned for a leader to breathe life back into its hallowed halls. Little did the citizens know, their salvation would come in the form of a remarkable and unexpected sovereign – Queen Isabella.
**Title: The Hobbyist's Wife**
**Title: The Hobbyist's Wife** Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, there lived a woman named Evelyn.
A spy, disguised impeccably as an officer, made her way through the facility, her heart raced with adrenaline. Each step was carefully calculated, each movement deliberate as she blended seamlessly with the other officers bustling about their duties.
The old pendulum clock in the corner struck 12 PM as the downpour tapped musically against the windowpane. In a little waterfront town, settled between the moving floods of the sea and the murmurs of the timberland, a story unfurled - an account of adoration, misfortune, and the unbelievable association that resisted the limits of time.
Shadow of Eternity
In the tranquil town of Evercrest, where the soft murmurs of the river blended with the rustle of leaves, a young woman named Elara led an unremarkable life. Her days were spent tending to the family garden and helping out at the local bakery. However, the arrival of a mysterious traveler named Aurelius marked the beginning of a journey that would propel Elara into the heart of a timeless odyssey.
"The Principal Contact"
In the year 2087, Earth had developed into a center point of mechanical wonders and interstellar investigation. The journey for contact with extraterrestrial life had been a main impetus for a really long time, and mankind had at last interpreted a vast message that drove them to a far off star framework.
The First Contact
The atmosphere of the planet was thick, laden with expectations and tensions, as the team of human explorers finally made contact with the alien civilization that inhabited that distant world. The crew members gathered in the main hall of their spacecraft, eagerly watching the monitors that transmitted the first images of the surface of the alien planet.
The Incredible Survival Story Scientists Can't Explain
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Sic Mundus Creatus Est
Walking slowly along a narrow corridor submerged in semi-darkness I wondered where it would lead me. From my earliest age I had shown a curious disposition; for everything that seemed meaningless I had to find a way to solve that intricate mystery, even at the cost of performing inappropriate acts and looking where it was best to keep the eyelids closed. My parents had often scolded me for this behavior, telling me it would lead me to no good. In my entire life I never wanted to disobey, bringing them pain and shame; I loved my parents, also because they were the only people capable of understanding me and being close to me. But the impulse dictated by the thirst for knowledge hammered in my head like a persistent echo; indomitable. There was never silence. Everything around me gave birth to questions and mysteries to solve; I couldn't stop. I was born as the embodiment of sin.