Miracle. Time-dragged

An architect is my childhood dream, hobby, calling. Being an architect is not just a job, it is a state of mind. I tried to know everything, a naive fool. I was young, stupid and hot, I thought a great secret had been revealed to me, Time itself was opening doors for me. I tried many times to return, shouting to myself: - Do not go there! “But the past “me” did not hear these screams. I hit the invisible wall with my hands, which prevented me from approaching. He left messages, tried to change fate. When my note returned to my hands two months later, although I sent it through someone else’s hands, I completely lost faith. Everything is in vain. “Don’t trust old mirrors,” that’s what it said. The theory that any protection can be bypassed has gone to waste. Time not only protects against interference, it ensures that not a single speck of dust will change my zeal for learning. What can we say about the endless attempts to influence people and events. Why, I even tried to send an assassin. You know what? At the moment when he was supposed to watch me, this murderer was sitting with a blissful smile in the flowerbed and smelling the flowers. It’s a mockery, as it is a mockery. At first I thought I could do anything, I felt the taste of freedom. He changed the course of entire eras with one movement of his hand, created thousands of parallels. But, as ironic as it sounds, my freedom ended where my captivity began. Lifelong captivity. An old, old square full-length mirror with a worn frame and Arabic numerals appeared just two days before the Great War. If this had happened earlier, I might have prevented everything. We would not have lost people and territories dear to us; we would have remained with the resources. Everyone is in their place.But no matter how much I try to change, everything that is dear to me will definitely sink into oblivion one way or another. And how beautifully it all started… War and me, unexpectedly invulnerable, seeing thousands of probabilities. It hurts to remember how much I’ve done. And the fallout from me trying to make things right still revolves around my best friend. And he himself asked him to look after him. Elena was once a very sweet and kind-hearted girl, a promising watchmaker, but after interfering with her tangle, she became bilious and greedy, and got involved in the dark horology. I still don’t understand what caused this. And the more I climb, the colder her heart becomes. But the worst thing is that now it’s all water off a duck’s back for her. Someday this taste of boundless omnipotence will finally destroy her. - Why does Time need me? Everything is very simple. No, I’m not talking about that Time that is renewed every hundred years. They will come and go, but it’s still up to me to help and clean up. I’m talking about something else, omnipresent. This… Program does not tolerate repetition. And like any program, errors may occur. Big and small, not worth attention and fatal. Alas, she herself, you see, is not comfortable doing this, which is why she makes “orderlies.” Fortunately, Time itself pushes you to make mistakes. That’s why I jump on parallels. “You see, I rebuild other people’s lives. Or rather, to put it in the correct language, I correct the turns of their time corridors if something goes wrong. You can say that I correct people’s mistakes — random, everyday, systemic, individual or collective… People have different, very different mistakes. Errors and accidents.”