The Fait of our world is in our hands. I was trying to grasp what was happening. When I went to bed with one woman, it seemed like I woke up with another. Carla was the same woman. She was just older, and I wondered why I could see her. This was because of my power in the future; I became the Oracle of time. I just found out about this when Carla explained it to me.

In the small town of New Meridia, a man named Gregor lived. Gregor was an ordinary man, or so he thought, until one peculiar night turned his world upside down.

It began like any other evening. Gregor went to bed, his mind heavy with the day’s thoughts and with the warmth of Carla, his longtime partner, beside him. But when he awoke the following day, something was amiss. Carla lay beside him, but she seemed different—older, wiser, as if time had etched its marks upon her while he slept.

Confusion swirled within Gregor as he tried to grasp what was happening. How could Carla have aged overnight? Was it some bizarre trick of the mind, a figment of his imagination running wild in the darkness of the night?

As he pondered these questions, Carla stirred beside him, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. There was a knowing look in her eyes, a depth of understanding that Gregor had never seen before. And then, she spoke, her voice carrying a weight of wisdom that seemed impossible for someone so young.

“You’re finally awake,” Carla said, sending a shiver down Gregor’s spine. “It’s time for you to embrace your true power.”

Gregor was taken aback. What power could she be referring to? He was just an ordinary man, living an everyday life—or so he had always believed.

But Carla explained, revealing secrets that shook Gregor to his core. She spoke of a future where he had become something beyond the confines of time and space—a being known as the Oracle of Time.

“You possess the power to see beyond the present moment,” Carla said, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. “You can glimpse the threads of fate, unraveling the mysteries of past, present, and future.”

Gregor struggled to comprehend the magnitude of Carla’s words. How could he, a mere mortal, wield such extraordinary abilities? And yet, as he looked into Carla’s eyes, he sensed a truth resonating deep within his soul.

Gregor began to embrace his newfound destiny. With Carla by his side as his guide, he delved into the depths of his power, learning to navigate the currents of time easily.

Together, they journeyed through history, witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations and the turning of the ages. They walked amidst the ruins of ancient empires, stood witness to pivotal moments in human history, and gazed upon the stars as they danced across the night sky.

But amidst the wonders of the past and the mysteries of the future, Gregor never forgot the woman who had been his constant companion. Carla was more than just his partner—she was his anchor, his rock in an ever-changing sea of time.

As they traveled onward, bound together by the threads of fate, Gregor knew that he would always find his way back to her side no matter where their journey took them. For in the tapestry of time, their love was a force more powerful than any other—a beacon of light shining brightly amidst the darkness of the unknown.

The quaint restaurant hummed with the gentle chatter of patrons, the clinking of glasses, and the soft melody of a jazz band playing in the corner. Gregor and Carla found themselves seated at a cozy table by the window, the warm glow of streetlights casting a soft ambiance around them.

Gregor couldn’t help but admire how Carla’s eyes sparkled in the dim light as they perused the menu. She was a mystery to him, a puzzle waiting to be solved, yet he found himself drawn to her with an inexplicable pull.

“What would you like to eat?” Gregor asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Carla smiled, her lips curving into a playful grin. “Let’s start with something to drink,” she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

With a nod, Gregor signaled to the waiter, and soon, they found themselves sipping on Jack Daniels and Coke glasses. Gregor couldn’t help but chuckle at the synchronicity of their drink choice—it seemed they shared more in common than he had initially realized.

As they enjoyed their drinks, Carla leaned in closer, her gaze locking with Gregor’s in a way that made his heart race. “You’re probably wondering why I brought you here,” she said, tone low and conspiratorial.

Gregor furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued. “I was just about to ask you the same thing,” he admitted, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Carla chuckled her laughter, a musical sound that filled the air around them. “You see, Gregor,” she began, her voice taking on a serious tone, “there’s something you need to know about me.”

Gregor listened intently as Carla spoke, her words weaving a tale of intrigue and mystery. She explained how she had always felt a connection to him, a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

“And that’s why I’m not afraid to talk in public,” Carla concluded, her eyes locking with Gregors in a silent challenge. “They can’t hear me; only you can.”

Gregor sat back in his chair, his mind reeling with the weight of Carla’s revelation. It was as if a puzzle piece had finally clicked into place, revealing a picture he had only glimpsed in his wildest dreams.

But amidst the uncertainty and the unknown, one thing was clear—Carla was unlike anyone he had ever met. And as they shared a meal, their laughter mingling with the music drifting through the air, Gregor knew that he had found something extraordinary in her—a connection that defied all logic and reason and yet felt more real than anything he had ever known.

In the dimly lit corner of the café, Gregor sat across from Carla, his mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. Her revelation had sent a shiver down his spine, a chill of realization creeping into his consciousness.

“At first, this worried me,” Gregor admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “If they can’t see you, only I can see you and hear you, then they might think I’m crazy.”

Carla reached out, placing a comforting hand on Gregor’s trembling fingers. “Listen,” she said, her voice steady and reassuring. “Don’t see my mouth moving. You can hear me. You can hear my mind speaking to you. Just eat and listen.”

Taking a deep breath, Gregor nodded, willing to trust Carla’s words. He picked up his fork, the clinking of silverware against porcelain echoing in the quiet of the café, and began to eat while focusing on Carla’s voice echoing in his mind.

And as he listened, Carla revealed the truth that had brought them together—a truth that shook Gregor to his very core.

“You were sent back to stop the Earth from being destroyed,” Carla explained, her words hanging heavy in the air. “Dark matter was brought to Earth. Dark matter cannot exist on Earth.”

Gregor’s heart pounded as Carla painted a grim picture of the future that awaited if they failed in their mission. Once teeming with life, the Earth lay desolate and barren, the icy grip of destruction leaving nothing but devastation.

“The Earth began to warm until almost all polar ice caps were melted, and the entire East Coast and West Coast were underwater,” Carla continued, her voice tinged with sorrow. “This was the catastrophe that you were supposed to have stopped.”

Gregor’s mind raced, trying to comprehend the task’s enormity. How could he, a mere mortal, hope to save the world from such a fate?

“I… I don’t understand,” Gregor stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty. “How did I get back here?”

Carla smiled, her eyes filled with a quiet confidence that sent a spark of hope through Gregor’s veins. “You sent yourself back,” she replied. “You hold the key to time.”

And in that moment, as Gregor stared into Carla’s eyes, he knew that he had been given a second chance—a chance to rewrite the future, to save the world from the brink of destruction. With Carla by his side, he would face the challenges ahead, armed with determination and the power of time itself. The fate of the Earth rested in their hands, and they would not rest until they had secured its future for generations to come.