The Fabric of Time part 2 Short condensed Summary

 

When? 

Our World was smaller than it is now. There once was a King/Queen. Well, actually THERE IS A STRUCTURE TO IT ALL  

DON'T LET THEIR DEFINITION OF Time -DEFINE YOURS-

 

For the king had to keep himself in power by having people depend, or think depend, on him. Maybe the king  was good  Once Upon "A Time   Maybe The People  DEPENDED    on him TOO MUCH "For Their Happiness."   

"I'VE GIVEN YOU AN ALLOWANCE."

A Priest, A Majician and a Musician made a pact in the king’s tower underneath a BLOOD RED MOON'S thin veil that  exist to join the unseen and the seen world's. They witnessed a BEHEMOTH WINGED FIGURE fly in front of THE night’s eye to be attacked by bats. The innards  fell at their feet. 

For The Bats were once THE RATS THAT FED OFF OF the king’s scraps.

FOR Everything ADAPTS.

Then they stole a strand of hair from the king’s head. The seamstress made the guitar strings from  thread from the bat's gut and the king’s hair. 

And when the Musician played the string TWO the sound echoed through the air Space and TIME. Heard in THE BACKGROUND OF conversations.

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