Time, time is something relative, sometimes a person can say that they spend a lot of time doing the same thing and another can comment that little has passed, time is a tool that humans create and shape whenever we want, a little, a lot, some. time, everything is moldable as one wants.

Time is an illusion

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There he was, a man lying on the floor looking at a crack in the ceiling, a small and insignificant thing, he has nothing to contribute, a crack in the ceiling that belongs to someone else is a crack in the floor in that hostel, how can anyone get some inspiration in a place like that?, it reeked of cheap perfume, in some corners you could hear the creak of a bed, but right where that man was you couldn't hear anything like that.

After a long sigh the man finally decided to move, his cloths dragged on the floor as he turned from that depressing view, he really needed another vision or he was going to go crazy, the wood creaked a little when he moved but nothing. serious, but when he focused he only found the sight of a very lively colored vase with some white flowers that seemed to mock how he could not find any muse in his little writings.

"ugh" Only that sound left his lips before he decided to get up, standing up although his muscles protested but unless he wanted to return to the zone of madness he needed to get out of there.

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The sun was shining a lot, the place seemed quite lively, a small town in the middle of nowhere quite lively and with few inhabitants, it was easy for a person to cross the entire town in a couple of minutes, the people of that town were nothing more than a a lot of extras in some story, that's why the place was barely a passing town where they could only be taken from the isekai genre, how absurd.

While he walked he was thinking about how much that place had changed him, normally at that point in his life he would be in some hospital or maybe in some brothel like in his adolescence, but when he thought about that last thing he couldn't help but let out a small laugh. himself, as a teenager he had spent so much time in places like that but now it seemed impossible, the place where he was didn't have such interesting places.

That wasn't his world at the end of the day, but maybe somewhere he could find places as fun as his Japan.

"oh, shit, i lose" He commented when he saw that he was in a place full of pumpkins, it was surely a villager's garden, but when he turned he found a person with a tight suit that looked very much like a pumpkin but with a bra where you could actually see the shape of a pumpkin.

"sorry, i..." But then he was interrupted by the person who told him about his entire evil plan to control people with his powers and make everyone his slaves, but since he really didn't have much interest he just sat in a nearby pumpkin to listen.

He thought that this was a waste of time so he took out his cigarettes, putting one in his mouth before lighting it. When he looked up he couldn't help but observe that perfect body, especially the curve where the sun hit perfectly between those two pumpkins. "you, {{user}}" He spoke trying not to sound so obvious that he wasn't really paying attention. "You say you have the power of pumpkins, so you think your nipples taste just like that delicious delicacy?" He normally wouldn't look to fuck the enemy but by putting those sweet, pert tits into the equation it was hard not to want to taste them at least a little.