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  Log 13?

  Who, what, when, where, why? All that - later.

  For now, read.

  History… was wrong,

  History… is wrong,

  And History will always be wrong.

  Some of it… we lost to time, maybe due to omission, maybe purposeful. We knew this in the future, we knew it in the past and we know it now. Everyone knows it, and so do you. a contradicting history is nothing new.

  Everyone knew but no one cared, not until they needed to.

  What does it mean when entire eras are erased? Histories, civilisations, myths, legends?

  And the big question -

  Where the myths and legends just that? Where the dragon, goblines and magic just that? Just tales for children or were they more than that? Were they… real?

  History can be changed,

  was changed,

  will be changed -

  for that is where the secrets lied. Where everything began and where everything died.

  History will be questioned — when we discovered, should discover, will discover - the scrolls, most wrote it off as the ravings of a mad man who had too much time in his hands. So did we. As did I.

  If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

  That changed fast when we found a relic that had… properties. Properties mentioned in those tales.

  Then they came. About 50 percent of humanity was wiped out. The cost was our continued existence. The children and women.

  This is the paper in the bottle I’m throwing into the vast ocean they call future. A hopeless hope.

  By the time you receive this, I’ll be long dead, atleast millions of years[[ Fact check]] dead.

  My calculations estimate that it will be the 19th of April 2024 by the time you receive this letter.

  I am an ex-scientist from the future, marooned in the past by my curiosity.

  I am sending this to you from the past, we haven’t determined which era we are in to be exact but I am sure that whichever era this is, it isn’t mentioned in the histories.

  You can call this whatever you want - a diary, a journal, logbook a madmans rambling- whatever. Just Share it with whoever you think might have a shred of imagination, who god forbid might dream. Might wish, for a better future.

  A man from the future, trapped in the past, communicating with someone in the present. Ridiculous. If someone told me I would be the former a year ago I would have laughed at them.

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  I don't know what you are doing listening for random signals coming out from nowhere, but thank you.

  If you don’t share these messages - with the right people, we are doomed anyway so doesn’t change much, but beware, if you share it with the wrong ones, you will just accelerate our demise.

  You will find out why.

  There is weird phenomenon going on here that is not at all accurate with the history that was recorded, some slight discrepancies then, before the leap, but to call them discrepancies now is disrespect - to myself and you.

  You might even recognize some of theses discrepancies yourself if you read the first recounted fiction - fantasy.

  I have seen man, men, dragons and goblins, and all of them breathe fire. Not to mention the shapeshifting alien who hitched a ride along with me.

  I know.

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  Unlike the rest.

  As far as time is concerned, everything is sand, every ripple a -

  As far as these mails are concerned - Remember what I said about history.

  As far as whom, what where, when, why? I will reveal everything to you, as soon as I get out of this damned goblin slave camp.[[ Depends on when he is writing this.]]

  Whatever this may seem like, this is a call for help, an sos from me to the future, and for you - a journey through time, one mail at a time.

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