The Magical Adventures Of Father Time: Bedtime Tale

This is a bedtime story about Father Time. He spent most of his time as a grandfather clock in a cabin in a pine forest. One day he transformed into a seven-foot-tall man in place of the grandfather clock and set off on an adventure, heading out into the pine forest where he finds a windmill.

The windmill is a portal to another land. In that land they had a task to do, they first had to grow a plant, and in the plant was a pearl containing a galaxy. Father Time heads through space and time into the pearl to a planet in that galaxy where he fixes a machine to create harmony which frees the galaxy from the pearl. He then heads back to the cabin and drifts into Slumberland.

Transcript

So just take a moment to allow your eyes to close and allow yourself to begin to relax and as you begin to comfortably fall asleep.

I don't know whether you'll drift asleep faster to the sound of my voice or whether it'll be to the spaces between my words.

And as you comfortably fall asleep,

I'm just going to tell this bedtime story in the background.

And this is a bedtime story about Father Time.

Time and Father Time spent most of their time standing in a house,

And this house was a large cabin in a pine forest.

And Father Time stood in the corridor of the house,

Just a few paces down from the front door.

And most of the time,

Father Time was a grandfather clock,

Or so the people who lived in this house thought.

They would come and go,

And Father Time would stand tall and proud in that corridor,

Ticking and tocking.

The pendulum swinging comfortably side to side,

Marking out each second that passes.

The hands on the face,

Moving carefully around that face.

The minute hand,

Just leisurely pacing around the clock face.

And the hour hand doing so,

Even more leisurely.

And on every hour,

Father Time let the house know.

There'd be the whirring,

Spinning to life of cogs inside that grandfather clock.

Like it's coming to life for a moment.

And then a bell would chime within it.

And that bell would chime out a certain rhythm.

And then a ding or a dong for each hour that that hour hand is pointed at.

And every time,

The minute hand moves a quarter of the way round.

That clock would whirr and come to life,

And play out a small piece of song,

In a slightly discordant tune.

And there'd be something endearing about that sound.

But a lot of the time,

Those who lived in this cabin would be away,

And the house would be empty.

The only sound being that clock.

And most of the time,

Father Time spent their time,

Ticking and tocking in this corridor.

And the interesting thing for Father Time was that time,

Didn't really have the same meaning as it does to others.

Because Father Time was time.

And Father Time was thus timeless.

And so to Father Time,

No time would pass,

As time passed for everyone else.

Until Father Time decided to slow down.

Because Father Time would exist at the rate and speed of time.

In the same way that we exist at the speed of light,

We just don't really realise it.

And Father Time exists at the speed of time.

And it's only when Father Time slows right,

Down,

That Father Time then enters the material world.

And one day,

When it's cold outside,

And the snow has settled across the land and in the trees,

And silence echoed around the cabin,

Father Time slowed down and awoke.

And as Father Time awoke,

So the Grandfather Clock transformed into a seven foot man,

Father Time.

Wearing a long,

Brown coat,

Like rugged leather,

Worn through the ages,

Giving a look almost like the wood of that Grandfather Clock.

And a large,

Droopy brown hat,

And long brown hair,

And a kind and timeless face.

And as Father Time appeared here,

So time to everyone here appeared to stop.

But no one whose time stops,

Knows that time has stopped,

Because to them it's just a moment.

And Father Time has a reason for being here.

And they walk around the house,

Their boots echoing on the wooden floor.

They look through the window and can see snowflakes hanging in the air,

Like crystal stars.

Each one delicate,

Different to every other.

And Father Time heads upstairs,

And looks around upstairs,

And can see an exquisite clock on a shelf in one of the bedrooms,

Mid-tick or perhaps tock.

That wooden clock,

With a flat bottom that's wide and narrow,

That's arched like a bridge over a river,

With a clock face right in the center,

Holding its time,

Waiting to start again.

As Father Time continues looking around,

And heads into another bedroom,

And then a third,

And then a fourth,

And then a fifth.

Falls down a ladder from the loft,

And heads up into the loft.

And in the loft,

Father Time finds a picture in a picture frame,

And picks up that picture,

And turns it over.

Unhooks the back,

To be able to look at the back of the picture in the picture frame.

And there's some writing,

Just a small list of numbers,

And Father Time remembers those numbers.

Puts that back,

Back on the picture frame.

Heads out of the loft and closes the hatch,

And heads down and out of the front of the cabin.

Walking through that crisp snow,

The sound of each step crunching underfoot.

Walking through the snowflakes hanging in the air,

His body pushing them aside.

Those snowflakes in front of his face,

Tickling around his nose,

His cheeks,

Feeling the coolness of the air as he walks.

And he walks away from that cabin,

Heading into the woods,

With those numbers memorized.

And while he walks through the woods occasionally,

Brushing against branches of the trees,

Knocking the snow off those trees as it cascades to the floor.

And with a dull thud,

Lands in small heaps on the floor.

And it's only the bits that he touches,

That temporarily get imbued with the power of time.

Almost like,

His movement,

Creates an aura of time just around him,

Like a slight cloud of time,

That allows him to interact with those things right next to him,

And allows him to be able to move through this space,

And to experience this space.

And father time walks deeper,

And deeper into this pine forest.

The scent of pine,

Gently wafting from the nearby trees as he passes.

And as he walks,

He's following the coordinates of those numbers in his mind.

And so,

From time to time,

He makes turns,

Changing direction.

He knows where he is,

And where he's going.

And he continues walking through this pine forest,

Until eventually,

He finds a wide stream,

And it's quite shallow,

And it's mid-flow.

And he steps at the edge of the stream,

Where there's ice along the side,

His foot cracking that ice gently,

The sound of that ice breaking with the pressure of his foot,

And the water beneath his foot flowing slightly.

And he starts to follow this stream,

And as he walks along the edge of the stream,

So the stream flows gently alongside him.

And there's a very slight,

Unusual pattern in the water,

As the water behind dips down,

As the movement tapers off behind him,

Towards a bit of stream that's not moving,

While the water in front bulges up slightly,

Where the water,

Where he is,

Is moving,

And catches up with the water which is stationary.

But with each step,

That point of stationary water is moving gradually further away,

And so there's always this slight bulge of water,

Keeping about the same distance in front of him at all times.

And he follows this stream,

Until eventually,

He comes to a gentle waterfall,

Like a waterfall down a row of comfortable,

Gently descending steps.

And he walks down the side of the waterfall,

And he's curious about the waterfall,

He likes the sound of waterfalls,

And so he reaches over,

Crouching down,

And he places his hand,

Gently,

Into the water,

Partway down that waterfall,

And the water begins flowing.

It's flowing around his hand,

And flowing down,

And he can hear the trickling,

Flowing waterfall sound,

And he can feel the coolness of that water around his hand,

Creating the most comfortable numbness in the hand,

Like a pleasant blueness setting in through his hand,

Bringing comfort and calmness from his hand up through his arm,

And then down through his body.

Almost like the waterfall is washing away any negativity,

Any worries,

Any pain or discomfort,

Of any kind,

Like water just seems to naturally be healing now.

And down near this waterfall,

He can smell the fresh smell of that water,

And he continues following this stream,

And as he follows the stream,

So it seems to be getting deeper,

And deeper,

And as it's getting deeper and deeper,

It's getting wider and wider,

Turning into more of a river than a stream,

And the landscape begins to open up,

And it's still filled with snow,

But there's more of a clearing here,

The sun able to shine more onto the snow,

Making the surface of that snow glisten and shine,

And then he sees,

Just around a corner in the clearing,

The first signs of a structure,

And it's a bulbous,

Tall,

Red windmill,

And on the side of the windmill is a waterwheel,

And this river is flowing straight to that waterwheel,

And then descending down a drop,

Just past the waterwheel.

And at the moment,

Everything is stationary,

Because there's no time over there,

And so,

He heads over towards that windmill,

He crosses a bridge to the other side of the river,

And he walks into that windmill,

And inside the windmill,

He can now hear it whirring to life,

His time emanating to the inside of this windmill,

And he finds what it is he's looking for,

That this windmill is actually a Faraday cage,

And he's placed in this Faraday cage,

And being in the Faraday cage means that time outside of this windmill starts back up again,

Because his influence isn't penetrating through the Faraday cage,

And what is inside the windmill starts back up,

Because it's close enough to him for it to have time,

And so,

He goes to the center of this windmill,

And in the center of the windmill,

Is a radio,

And it's an old-fashioned radio that's been here for probably a couple of generations,

And he turns on that radio,

And he begins to turn the dial,

And it's crackling and clicking,

Until eventually,

The sound of a radio show appears on the radio,

Seemingly impossibly,

From withinside a Faraday cage,

And there's a tinny voice speaking on that radio show,

And father time listens to that voice,

And keeps listening and listening,

And looking out for something very specific,

A point where the voice repeats,

And then that voice repeats,

And father time realizes,

And it confirms the voice is on a loop,

And it's a message,

And the message contained within the rhythm of the voice is a code,

And so,

The rhythm of the voice,

Father time understands,

And works out that code,

That rhythm,

And then begins to move a few levers around,

Change some of those cogs to new locations,

To doing new jobs as the windmill turns,

And the inside of the windmill begins to now generate electricity,

And this current whirs up,

Whirring louder and louder,

And a circle of metal begins to spin,

And electricity begins to jump around that circle of metal,

And then begins to arc to the Faraday cage,

And father time just stands there as it whirs up,

And then he goes over to where the wheel is at the side,

And makes some changes there,

Adding extra power from the water that's powering that,

And it continues to whir louder and louder,

Until the electricity is arcing and jumping so much,

It's almost just like a continuous blue spark,

Emanating entirely from around that ring,

And then in a flash,

All of the machinery continues,

And yet,

There's silence and just a big black space in the middle of this Faraday cage inside this red windmill,

And father time walks towards that big black space,

Passes through the space,

And comes out in a different reality,

And in this reality,

Time is ticking along as usual,

Grass is blowing in the breeze,

Trees are rustling,

Clouds are passing overhead,

And a cat is sat,

Sleeping in this meadow,

And father time walks through this meadow,

Away from that infinitely black space behind him,

Just hovering in the air,

And the cat glances up and notices him,

And so comes over and introduces themselves,

And they introduce themselves as Louis,

They say that they're the gatekeeper here,

And father time reaches down,

Pets Louis,

Says who they are,

And Louis says that they'd like to be followed,

They ask father time to follow,

And father time walks along beside the cat,

As the cat walks away from the meadow,

Through some beautiful woodland,

Carpeted with the springiest,

Softest moss,

Almost like walking on the softest bed as a child,

Until eventually,

Through this woodland,

Louis shows father time,

To an entire village built within the trees,

High up in the trees,

Around the middles of the trees,

Across the floor of this woodland,

And there's a dog hanging out some washing,

There's a dog doing some laundry,

Scrubbing down some clothes,

There's a badger wrapped up snugly in the most colorful patchwork quilt,

Just sleeping on a bed made of ferns,

Almost like a hammock hanging outside,

A house built into a tree,

And as Louis shows father time,

Through this village in the woods,

Louis shows father time all the way to a small little house,

Right at the back of the village,

And father time crouches down as low as he can go,

And the cat sits down,

And father time taps with one finger on the door of this house,

And a cricket,

Using a match like a staff,

Opens the door,

And introduces themselves,

And says that their name is Tinsel,

And Tinsel says that,

It was known that father time was visiting,

It's been known for a long time that father time was going to visit,

And that they'll go and get what they came for,

And they ask father time to hold their staff for a moment,

As they pop back into their home,

And they come out,

With a seed,

Which to them,

Is almost like someone carrying a melon,

And with a finger and a thumb,

Father time takes that seed,

And Tinsel says that you'll need to go through the rest of the woods,

And you'll find some old ruins,

And the old ruins,

Kind of an illusion,

And when you get to those old ruins,

Plant that seed,

Apply some water and wait,

And so,

Father time leaves here,

Continues on through this woodland,

Sounds of birds singing in the trees,

Rustling leaves,

The light so delicately dancing,

Before father time,

Eventually passing out the other side of the woods,

Following a dirt track,

Until eventually,

Finding their way to what seems like some old ruins,

And these ruins are covered in moss,

And look like they've been ruins for a very long time,

And father time should know the impact of time,

And with one hand,

They dig a small hole,

In what looks like the perfect dirt location,

And they place that single seed,

Cover that over,

They walk down to the stream that's passing through this area,

And it's barely more than a trickle,

They gather up some of that water,

Just between their two hands,

Carefully carrying that over to that seed,

Pulling their hands apart as that water soaks into the mud,

And then they sit down and cross their legs and wait,

And wait,

And wait,

And as they wait,

They don't know how long they'll be waiting for,

How long does it take for a plant to grow,

If the seed is the seed of a plant,

And they continue waiting as the sun sets,

The moon rises,

The moon sets,

The sun rises,

The sun sets,

Day after day,

And they sit there so relaxed,

So focused,

Just waiting,

Patiently,

Like they've got all the time in the world,

Until they notice the tiniest little hint of green poking up from the mud,

And drawing their focus in deeper,

As they continue to watch,

And day after day,

That tiny bit of green turns into a stalk,

It gets wider,

Gets some leaves,

Grows taller,

Gets more leaves and grows even taller still,

Growing taller and thicker and taller,

Getting some more leaves,

And showing signs at the top,

Like a flower may well end up growing,

And after a very long period of time,

The flower begins to open,

And the flower is now at the same height as a standing father time,

And it opens one day,

With the most incredible yellow petals,

That are almost velvet to the touch,

And the sweetest scent,

Triggering a deep sense of relaxation,

And once the flower has fully opened,

The sun catches those petals,

And seems to almost direct the sunlight to a point in the front of the flower,

And seems to begin to transform the front of that flower.

As it begins to change,

From being soft and almost fluffy,

To beginning to harden up,

And then gradually becoming smoother and smoother,

And over the course of a few days,

During each day while the sun shines on the flower,

That hardens up and gets smoother and smoother,

Until eventually it starts developing an unusual sheen,

Like a giant pearl,

Hugged by the petals of that flower,

And then one day,

The head of the flower just seems to slump forward a little,

As if it's time,

And that giant pearl just falls to the ground,

And just thuds down onto the ground,

Almost like a giant ball bearing,

But so heavy,

It didn't seem to even bounce,

It just thudded down into the ground,

And then the petals started to wither,

And farther time went down,

And with a little bit of effort,

Picked up that pearl,

Took the pearl over to the small stream,

And washed the outside of that pearl,

Just to clean off any bits of mud,

And while rubbing the outside of the pearl,

Farther time was able to notice that contained within the pearl,

Looked like a hologram of an entire galaxy,

Silently spiraling around,

And farther time lifted that up,

Held it up in front of the sun,

To see if the sunlight shining through that pearl,

Would manage to light it up enough to see the inside clearer,

But what happened instead,

Is farther time,

Began to notice something strange happening,

Their legs seemed to almost root themselves in place,

Their arm seemed to root itself in place,

Almost like a thick branch of a strong oak tree,

That pearl resting at the end of their hand,

Their eyes fixed firmly on that galaxy in that pearl,

As the sun seemed to shine the light now,

With the light starting to spread out,

Like a cone towards farther time,

Around farther time's face,

Bringing warmth to his face,

And he found himself feeling a sensation of lightness in the light,

A sensation of drifting and floating,

Of his body becoming so still,

It was almost as if he was unaware of it,

Almost like he was a consciousness in space,

As his body relaxed there,

Or like his body stopped,

Being something he was aware of,

While his mind wandered and drifted into space,

As it seemed to be beamed through consciousness,

Into the pearl,

Towards that galaxy,

And almost like a timeless experience,

His consciousness passed into the pearl,

He saw that galaxy off before him,

He had a sense of his consciousness accelerating rapidly towards that galaxy,

Seeing the stars gradually seem to spread wider apart,

As he headed into the stars of the galaxy,

And seemed to be heading towards one very specific star,

About two-thirds from the center of this galaxy,

And he had no control of this,

He just enjoyed the experience of going with this flow,

Knowing this was his mission,

Until eventually,

He could make out the star and the planets around that star,

And realized he was on course for one of those planets,

And he could see that planet had some moons,

As he finally touched down on that planet,

But it took him a moment to begin to adapt,

To being here,

On this planet,

He arrived as a consciousness,

And as he looked down at his body,

He realized that the body he seemed to be creating with his consciousness,

Wasn't necessarily the body that was left back holding that pearl,

His body was a little more than a foot shorter,

And he felt that he looked very different,

Although he could only see his arms,

His legs and what he could see by looking down at himself,

But he felt this was a very different type of body,

And an opportunity to learn what it's like to be roaming around from someone else's perspective,

And he looked around himself,

Trying to figure out where he was,

Where he should go,

What perhaps drew him here,

And as he looked around,

He could hear the sound of something flying in the sky,

Just beyond the hills nearby,

And then from over the hills,

He saw a dragon,

Its wings powerful,

Each beat thrusting a strong sound to his ears,

And it swooped around,

And he could feel the rush of air as it passed by,

And it circled and landed,

And in the friendliest of voices,

It greeted him,

And it said that his name is Scooter,

And it said that you are here because you're a hero,

And father time felt like they're no kind of hero,

They've never done anything they would see as heroic,

But Scooter said that you are a hero,

You just don't know it yet,

It's been told that you'll be here,

It's been told that you are a hero,

Everything that will ever happen has already been mapped out,

You just don't know that yet,

And father time didn't question this,

Because there was a lot of strange things that had already happened,

And they are perhaps a magical being,

Being that they control time,

And the green dragon,

Had a carpet resting on its back,

More like a rug just resting there,

And it reached around and pulled that rug off its back,

And it told father time to climb onto the rug and keep up,

And then ran a few paces before launching into the air and flapping his wings,

As father time just stood by the rug,

And Scooter circled round and called down that you need to lay the rug out,

And just sit on it and think about where you want to go,

And father time laid that rug on the ground,

Sat on the rug,

And thought about following Scooter,

And while thinking about following Scooter,

The rug raised up into the air,

With a bit of a jolt,

Chased after the dragon as it flew,

And the dragon flew,

Flapping its wings,

Flying up as high as the clouds,

Weaving through those clouds,

Diving through those clouds,

Like dolphins diving through waves.

Father time just flew up through the clouds once,

And then flew above those clouds,

Looking down on them undulating below,

Watching as Scooter weaved up and down,

Up and down,

Spinning around,

Splashing down through the clouds,

Spiraling up through the clouds,

Turning his belly to the sky,

Arching his back back,

And heading backwards down through those clouds,

Almost playing in the air,

As father time followed along.

And then after some time,

Scooter dived down through the clouds and said follow me,

And so father time dived down and followed,

And once below those clouds,

Father time saw this most incredible scene,

A vast forest,

A vast forest,

Weaving rivers,

A tall rock sticking up in the middle of that forest.

Around the rock were waterfalls coming down from a lake on top of the rock,

And on top of the rock was the most incredible looking palace,

With narrow and tall towers,

Tall spires on those towers,

Really grand,

And an almost pure white contrasting against all the color,

And a moat around the base of that palace,

Fading into the lake,

And the waterfalls flowing and tumbling down the side of the rock face.

And a path that seemed to spiral from the ground around the rock face from the bottom,

A very long and winding road all the way to the top.

And as they circled this palace,

And so father time could see a rope ladder hanging down one side,

An almost impossibly long rope ladder from the palace all the way down to the forest floor,

Way,

Way below.

And father time called out to Scooter asking,

Who would ever use that rope ladder?

And Scooter said that,

There is one here who says they just don't have the patience to walk all the way around,

Over and over again spiraling up to get to the palace.

They'd rather work hard and direct and just climb from the base to the top.

And said that,

You may meet them,

Their name is Mongoose.

And they're an unusual character.

And around the base among the forest is dotted dwellings like many small villages and some larger structures all dwarfed by this giant rock and that palace.

And Scooter comes into land,

Weaving down to the palace and almost skids to a halt on the almost polished palace floor,

Just outside the main palace door.

As father time focuses on safely and without sliding landing that rug,

Which comes to a steady stop and he rolls up the rug and hands it back to Scooter.

And Scooter says,

You may need it later and hands it back.

And so father time takes a belt and attaches it to them just around their back.

And then Scooter says,

You need to go to the palace and knock on the door.

And he goes over to the palace.

He knocks three times on the door,

Each one reverberating and echoing through that door and through the palace the other side.

And after his third knock,

He hears chanting beginning the other side.

And the sounds of people milling around,

Almost like they're getting into position for something.

And then with a click and a clank,

The doors swing open either side.

And just as they do,

Two large confetti cannons seem to explode off either side,

Confetti spraying high into the air.

And then slowly descending,

Covering everything in small bits of paper in all colors.

And people cheering.

And people chanting.

And it seems like there's a celebration going on.

And father time seems to be the one being celebrated,

But they haven't done anything yet.

And so,

They walk along this path made for them up to some steps where there's a queen sat on a throne.

And the queen's face is beaming.

And they say that,

You're here to help us,

You just don't know how yet.

And father time is a little curious.

And the queen turns to a scribe who stood beside them.

And the scribe shows some writing in a book that tells the story of father time's arrival.

And that father time will arrive just in time to help.

And then says,

We worked it out on the mystical abacus.

While looking over their shoulder,

At a sparkling,

Twinkling abacus near the wall.

With thousands of small parts that have been moved left or right in different ways.

And father time doesn't understand the abacus,

Or what it is they're supposed to do.

And the queen says,

You have a skill that makes you the only one that can do what you're going to do.

And they say they've got some gear for father time,

That they know father time will need.

And they hand father time a bag of pipes.

And father time takes that bag,

And they're heavy and clanking next to him.

And they say that you need to descend beneath the palace.

You're the only one that can do this.

You need to descend to the room deep under the palace.

So deep,

It's lower than the surrounding forest.

And down there,

You need to build a certain object and use that object.

And it will restore balance to the entire galaxy.

This galaxy was captured out of time.

It was plucked from the universe by a higher being.

And stored almost like a plaything,

Like an ornament for this higher being.

And you're here to return that balance,

To disconnect this galaxy and place it back into the universe.

And only you have the skills,

And so father time heads off with that bag,

Unsure exactly what it is that they'll be doing.

They head through the palace,

They begin to descend,

Walking down many steps,

Going deeper.

And deeper under the palace,

Seemingly walking for a ridiculously long time.

Further and further,

Deeper and deeper,

Spiraling gently down under the palace.

Until they eventually come to a door.

They carefully open that door with a creak.

They walk into the room here.

And in the middle of the room,

There's nothing,

As they place the bag down on the floor.

And they take the pipes out of that bag.

They look around the room.

And they see that most of the room is curved,

The ceiling is arched over.

And they head to the only flat wall in this room.

And they lie all those pipes out on the ground.

They begin to organize those pipes by size.

And then start to build.

They can see some markings on the wall,

Like something was here before.

And as they start to build,

So it seems to take a long time.

And so,

They think about whether they can invoke their power over time,

To stop time while they work.

As they focus and focus,

They imagine a clock face in their mind.

They imagine their time as a grandfather clock,

The ticking and tocking of the pendulum as it swings left and right,

Left and right.

They have this sense of it swinging left and right,

Stopping slightly,

Taking a bit longer with each swing,

Until they have this sense of it swinging left and right,

And stopping,

And not swinging back.

And then they open their eyes,

Keeping hold of this state.

And they find they can't hear any sounds.

They tap one of the pipes softly on the ground.

And no echo comes from the walls,

So they know that time is only around them.

And if they go a little bit away from them,

The time fades to being stopped,

So the sound isn't managing to make it to the walls and back again.

And they know now they have all the time they need to build whatever it is they need to build.

As they start organizing those pipes,

Largest to smallest,

They start attaching them to the walls.

They see some wood on the ground against one of the walls.

They get that wood and they start shaping the wood,

And attaching the wood and the pipes together,

Building it up.

And after what for them is a very long time,

But for everyone else here,

It's just no time at all.

They manage to completely build an organ attached to this wall.

And they play some of the notes,

That sensation of pushing down on the keys,

As at the same time,

They release time again.

And the sound of the organ reverberates around the chamber,

The walls begin to almost shake.

They play different chords,

Different notes,

And they notice that this chamber is almost like a chamber of a bell.

And they try different combinations,

Until they hit on the one that seems to synchronize and resonate with this space,

Causing this whole space to begin to create a note of its own.

And they start to play around that note,

With different frequencies that synchronize with that note,

So that before the note has faded,

More different notes and combinations mix and merge,

And the most beautiful sound begins to form around them,

Resonating up the chamber to the tip,

And then back down on them,

Getting it so that the notes resonate just right,

That as they cross,

As the sound waves pass,

They enhance each other.

And they play,

And almost go into a trance,

Playing this organ.

And then,

This entire space begins to vibrate at a much higher frequency.

And while it vibrates,

And sound oscillates,

So,

The walls start to go fuzzy,

As if vibrating up and down rapidly.

And that fuzz begins to turn into almost like a fog surrounding them,

Descending with the notes,

Like a song carried through that fog,

Filling this space.

And then,

That fog gets denser and denser,

And then gradually seems to spread out.

And then,

As it dissipates,

So,

The wall around them seems to change,

As they look around,

So,

They see not just this reality,

But they see this whole reality beginning to vibrate and shift and resonate,

Almost like the entire galaxy is one giant musical instrument,

With every star having its own sound,

Like every star is a member of an orchestra,

And every planet is a musical instrument played by that member of the orchestra.

And as this one planet resonates like the musical instrument it is,

So,

That begins to make the planets around it start to resonate and play in synchrony,

Like the star with these planets is playing its tune.

And then,

The stars around that star start joining in this song,

And then the stars around that star,

Like a ripple of music spreading out,

While this playing just goes on here on this organ,

While the time just plays a song playing from their heart,

Until eventually they notice that the entire galaxy is playing a tune,

And there's a harmonic resonance flowing through that galaxy,

Flowing at the speed of time,

Filling the galaxy,

Reverberating,

Bouncing around the edge of the galaxy and back to the center,

Almost pulsing back and forth like the whole galaxy is breathing,

As if that breathing then starts taking on a life of its own,

And farther time stops playing and yet,

The music continues all by itself,

And as farther time backs up away from the organ,

And heads to the door to this room,

They notice that the sound they could hear,

The music,

That whole experience was contained to just being in this room,

That once they back out of the room,

They're unaware of it,

Like that was the chamber for this planet,

And they ascend all those steps,

Finding their way back to the queen,

And the queen says that change is happening,

That their astronomers have already started reporting that they're seeing hazy images in the sky,

As galaxies they could once see,

Are returning to view,

And it's only because farther time can control time,

That they're the right one to be able to help,

And their knowledge,

That everything that can be has already happened,

You just don't know it yet,

Means they knew this was going to happen,

So the celebration took place on arrival,

And farther time was handed the most beautiful flute in a red case,

Lined with purple velvet,

And told that anytime in the future,

When you're back in your time,

And your place,

That you want to connect with anything in this galaxy,

Just play the flute,

And let your soul play through the flute,

Just let the notes flow,

And when you do that,

You'll fall into a harmonic resonance with this place,

And you'll find yourself,

Here,

In this palace,

And farther time left,

And used the flying carpet to follow the dragon,

To follow Scooter,

Back the way they came,

And then they sat down,

And they were told that,

To return your consciousness,

And take that flute with you,

You just need to have a drink of these special herbs and spices,

And so,

They scrunched up those herbs and spices,

Mixed them in some boiling water,

And sat there with a cup and saucer,

And very daintily drunk that drink,

And they noticed,

While drinking the drink,

That the drink had that sweet smell of the environment after it's rained,

That smell of rain on soil,

Or when the ground is being warmed by the sun gently,

And they found themselves closing their eyes to breathe in that smell from the cup,

And as they breathed in that smell from the cup,

So they started to hear birds singing,

And they carefully opened their eyes,

And could feel their body starting to shift and move,

Their arm was outstretched,

The hand was now empty,

There was no galaxy in a pearl in their hand,

Their arms started to loosen up,

And so did their shoulders and their back,

And their neck all the way down to their feet as they relaxed,

And they then returned back the way they came,

Stopping briefly to talk to Tinsel,

To talk to Louis,

To look around that village,

And Louis handed them a pine cone for good luck,

Said this will bring you good luck in the future,

And as they walked all the way back the way they came,

Passed through that jet black space of nothingness back into the redwood mill,

Powered down all the machine,

Found their way back to that cabin,

And back in the cabin,

They walked over to the wall,

They placed the flute in the cupboard under the stairs,

They stood against the wall,

Closed their eyes,

And had that sense of themselves turning back to that grandfather clock,

Ticking time as they went,

Just drifting into the consciousness of their mind,

Like their mind drifts and floats,

While their body remains there,

Their mind drifts and floats,

Peacefully,

So relaxed,

Into slumberland,

Curious what future adventures might await.

Reviews

That was amazing 🤩 loved everything about this story!!

Love this one and hearing about time sadly missed the end as was asleep but will keep listening and perhaps one time I will hear the end thank you,
Shame I had to wake to go to the bathroom so need another adventure x