As guardian of space and time, have you ever found yourself trapped in a situation where you found yourself repeating the same span of time, over and over again?
Oh, countless times! The chronological flow of the universe needs little provocation to become a whirlpool, much to the displeasure of many an inexperienced traveller. Once, I assisted the Alternity in tracking a Megatron to the frigid land of... Transylvania? Castlevania? Something like that, at any rate. We crossed swords, as it were, and some novel interaction of our chronal weaponry cleaved the day unto itself. Over the years that followed, I worked to banish the darkness inside Megatron. It took many repetitions, but eventually we were able to reenact the circumstances that had created the loop—with the wills behind our armaments in synchronicity at long last, we were able to break free.
Time is on my side now, more than it ever was, but I must admit that sometimes it can be hard not to dwell. I find myself reliving certain victories in my memory—or worse, defeats, instances when I or another could have made a different choice. The more one lingers, the more trapped by consequence one feels.
In those moments, I like to believe the reverse: there exist versions of ourselves who are trapped in the past, playing their predestined parts—but here and now, we are free to pursue any future we choose.
