The buildings of moments sometimes are not built to be told, although it was built by the bricks of time. And time, it never stops walking.
In a story, there's a passage, beginning and end, flow and course, but sometimes something exists far beyond moment or reasons. beyond why or even any odyssey.
Here, everything is destined from the beginning that somehow determinism is not a dark shadow upon a life with no choices. Choices is just a vague shade, projected from the sense of a journey, roads and the crossroad of time.
a moment that you can't really tell because maybe it is not even a moment...
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