Chapter 4 (Cont.)
I was still looking at the flowing water, minutes have passed since the sink has been active. The New World's technology ensured artificial synthesis of water even when most natural sources have long perished. There was no reason to be economic anymore. And the water is not getting wasted, through its flow I could see my past. I can almost see now... Agatha you are late, have you forgotten that it's Friday today?... First there was silence! The titans had made the universe out of a grand unbroken canvas and the gods were the placeholders for its framing as black ink flowed in to saturate it with mystery. Titans cried before they left and their tears had fallen upon the black ink. The titans left and their tears had become planets solar systems galaxies clusters superclusters. The titans' tears in some places unable to get over the grief of its former cradleswept eyecanoes had broken down under its pressured grief. There were black holes...
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