The Man Who Left Yesterday

 

                    






The Man Who Left Yesterday

Elliot Blake had never been good at goodbyes. That’s why he built a time machine.💪

The first time he used it, he only went back a day—just long enough to undo a regrettable conversation. Then he went back a week, a month, a year. He tweaked, fixed, and mended until his past was flawless. But the problem with perfection is that it never lasts.

One night, standing in the dim glow of his machine’s control panel, Elliot realized he was afraid of the future. No matter how many times he rewrote the past, the unknown still loomed ahead, untouchable. So, he made a decision.

He would keep moving backward.😊

Elliot leaped past his childhood, beyond his birth, further into history than any human should. The machine hummed around him, vibrating with an eerie resonance as the years peeled away in a blur.

At first, it was familiar—a rewind of his life’s backdrop. Cities shrank, technology regressed, and cars turned to horse-drawn carriages, and then vanished altogether. The voices of history whispered around him, speeches unspoken, wars unfought, civilizations unravelling like a frayed tapestry.

Faster.

The great skyscrapers of the world crumbled, not in violent explosions, but as if they had never been. Glass turned to sand, steel to ore buried deep beneath the Earth. Forests surged forward like a tide, swallowing roads and ruins, reclaiming what had been taken from them. The air grew fresher, untainted by industry, thick with the scent of wildflowers and ancient earth.

Faster.

The oceans rose, not in disaster, but in reversal. Bridges dissolved into the mist, harbours filled, coastlines redrew themselves with patient inevitability. Islands sank back into the embrace of the sea, their existence unwritten. The continents themselves shifted, subtly at first, then violently as millennia unravelled at an accelerating pace.

Faster.

Empires fell before they could rise. The pyramids of Egypt deconstructed stone by stone, returning to the hands of nameless labourers, only to be scattered back into the desert sands. The Great Wall of China unspooled like a ribbon, bricks sinking into the earth. Rome, Athens, Babylon—all reversed into whispers and dust.

Faster.

The stars moved in the sky, celestial bodies shifting in patterns no human eye had seen in thousands of years. Constellations twisted into unfamiliar shapes, the moon drifted further away, then closer again. The North Star changed guard a dozen times. Then a hundred. Then a thousand.

The night sky flickered and pulsed, and for a moment, Elliot thought he saw something impossible—a deep, unfathomable darkness beyond the universe he knew, an abyss untouched by time itself.

Still, he pressed on.


                                                        



Faster.

The first humans faded into beasts. Villages turned to wilderness, fire returned to lightning and chance. The last echoes of language dissolved into guttural sounds and then into silence.

Faster.

Glaciers swelled and receded, ice ages came and went in the blink of an eye. The great beasts of prehistory roamed again—mammoths, sabre-toothed cats, creatures he had only seen in museum exhibits. But even they did not last.

Faster.

The lush green of Earth turned harsh and primeval. Swamps swallowed the land, then dried into deserts. Strange and monstrous creatures dominated, towering reptiles that roared and hunted and ruled. And then, in a blinding instant, a fireball streaked across the sky.

Elliot barely had time to react before everything changed. The blast that had ended the reign of the dinosaurs reversed itself—the smouldering crater unmade, the creatures resurrected as if the disaster had never happened.

Faster.

Life itself became simpler, stranger. He watched the world blur past its first crawling things, its oceans thick with creatures too alien for human minds to comprehend. They receded into microscopic nothingness, and then even further back—before cells, before DNA, before the first stirring of life.

And then, nothing.

Elliot stood at the dawn of time, staring into a void of unformed possibility. There was no Earth beneath his feet, no stars in the sky, no past to retreat to.  Elliot stood alone in a void of nothingness, at the very beginning of time. He had outrun everything—the mistakes, the regrets, even himself.

Just silence.😓

For the first time in his life, he had nowhere left to go.😥


                                    



 


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