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Her Name is That of a Bird
A Donnie Darko Fanfiction
Chapter 1: Through the Void
Time. Infinite. Mysterious.
What is time? In a sense it is there, but in a sense it isn't.
And what of time travel? How can one travel through something as abstract as time? Does time even exist?
Do we exist?
101. She was one hundred and one years old in 1988. In the year of 1944, when she was 57, this she wrote:
This intent of this book is for it to be used as a simple and direct guide in a time of great danger.
I pray that this is merely a work of fiction.
If it is not, then I pray for you, the reader of this book.
If I am still alive when the events foretold in these pages occur, then I hope that you will find me before it is too late.
The Philosophy of Time Travel. It describes a phenomenon known as a Tangent Universe. She knew all about it: The Living Receiver, Metal & Water, Manipulated Dead, and the rest.
Her name is that of a bird. Sparrow.
Now in her 101st year crystallized with the pain of wisdom.
Sparrow.
The Philosophy. Many perished in the past, and many would in the future. Her book guides the way.
A victim. Darko. He is now forever lost.
Could he have been saved? Saved, by a sparrow?
Peace is symbolized by a dove. Wisdom is symbolized by an owl.
Fate was symbolized by a sparrow.
The fragile sequence of events ruptured by fate.
Her book spoke of spheres borne out of our chests. They come from us all and lead us down our paths of life.
But what if that path was disrupted? What if the path for one doesn't even exist? Are they dead?
A sparrow. They are found everywhere, like the strands of fate.
You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it if you choose.
Hers was that of a bird.