Draco Yungling

Temporal Substrates *Hartley's Enigmatic Paradox* Draco Yungling

To Hartley, it was incomprehensible, and he had absolutely no idea of its purpose, what it was, what it meant, or what it represented. He was brought back to what to Hartley was reality by the soft ticking of his windup travel clock on his writing desk along the far wall, which indicated 4 A. M., straight up. It was not yet morning, just the slightest hint of lighter grey through the storm clouds over the ridge to the east came through the casement window panes of the little cabin. Once again, he sensed Liza's presence. Her essence most subtle. Liza's essence. Yet, which of her realities, illusions, or delusions had manifested this time? More to the point, in which of his realities had she reappeared?