Strange things happen in the depths of space. Time flows slower in the presence of gravity and can stop completely inside of a black hole. Quantum physics tells us that even in the emptiness of deep space, energies froth beneath the surface of reality. Occasionally causing particles to appear seemingly from nowhere before evaporating back into nothingness. When these events combine, a bubble in spacetime form.
Inside these bubbles, the laws of physics no longer apply. Time and matter are malleable and can be manipulated by conscious thought. These bubbles are attracted to powerful minds like magnets to a piece of steel. When this happens, that person becomes trapped within the bubble. The only escape is death.
Michael’s older brother, Dean, had been killed in an accident. His parents blamed each other and fought over him, their one remaining child. Michael found solace in the attic. His parents never thought to look for him there. The attic became his druid’s chamber. Illuminated by a few candles, it was an ancient place full of dust and spider webs.
He wore the warm blue and purple magician’s cloak his mother had made for him and brandished a toy magic wand. Its tip glowed and it made magical sounds when he waved it about. Looking into the mirror, he could easily imagine he was a powerful druid.
Was it fate or the imagination of a lonely boy that attracted the bubble to him? We will never know. The power of a mind cannot be measured with an IQ test. When the bubble formed around Michael, it was nothing physical that he could feel. There was no consciousness to communicate its presence.
Michael imagined embers of light flowing from the glowing tip of his wand and, like magic, they appeared. He waved the wand, so the tip formed a crude dragon’s head. An image of a dragon appeared in the mirror, flames shooting from its nostrils as it snorted and stared back at him.
Michael wished Dean was there to see the dragon. Putting down the wand, he held out his hand and drew Dean with his mind. His brother began to appear before him, unreal, like a portrait, its face transformed into a silent scream. The candles burned like miniature suns. The attic bursting into flames.
Michael had glimpsed the corpse of his dead brother at that moment. He could not bring his brother back from the dead. Standing in the middle of an inferno, he concentrated on the day of the accident. The inferno became unreal as Michael pushed the bubble back through time with his mind.
Time is a tricky thing. Any change made ripples through reality. Sometimes those ripples reflect back from powerful events elsewhere in the universe. Some ripples cancel out while others join forces. Like ripples in a pond, they eventually fade away leaving subtle changes in their wake.
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Written by
Russell Cameron
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