He was finally waking up to an unrevealing location.                      It was a strange, forbidding room with an eerie stare.

Whispers from the mysterious chair navigated through his vibration.
His curious pupils were searching for an escape, the extant walls were aware.
Plasmic wires and veins were entangled within the lair.
Valves were connected like a steady, hushed heart beat.
Peculiar, unknown pigments shaped the aura surrounding the chair.
A vibrant nebula scattered around the seat.
The sight gave an alluring presence.
Everything began to feel complete.
The confident chair held such proper elegance,
Royalty wouldn't even dare defeat.
The walls displayed dull coloration against the blessedness.
The ceiling held many bright stars, constellations were blinking.
Dark night protected the telepathic chair.
Fragments of purple dust were closely circling its thinking.
The universe of the room spaced out to be bowing to its glorified prime.
A flat disc soared around the chair with a holographic identity, Time Machine.
No parallel year observed when it was invented, cosmos sparked everlasting sequence of time.
Decision quickly melted, he sat down before he breathed from the bright scheme.
A comet of tranquility traveled through his conception
He endured relaxation, nirvana became clear.
Infinite trailings of a voyage were sailing to his inception.
A deep male voice requested a year.
Future was a great gift to envision.
One hundred and seventy years had attached to his reasoning.
Where would he travel from oblivion.
2185 was his greeting.

2185
He was on a transparent, fluid-filled bench.
When his spirited eyes decided to open, it was a starved wasteland.
Blue sky was replaced with the dissolving yellow menace.
Dust was piercing through his eyes, its evolving brown drove to fragile breaths.
There were many silhouettes barring little except protective masks.
These trendy masks blocked firing threats from the dryness.
Trash appeared across continuum.
It was ignored by many people.
The sun was directing a plentiful abomination.
To fulfill particles of faithful oxygen left, he noticed a technical mask attached to the bench.
He quickly grabbed a hanging mask and relinquished.
Spinning motions in the shape of a heavenly kaleidoscope was drawing near.
His eyes turned to close, they immediately opened in a second.
He returned back to where he came from.
Quickness created confusion toward his absorption.
A substantial one minute in the past or future regarding each year is proven,
so nothing could be altered or changed.
Surprise shook him horribly from what he perceived.
Desert existed primarily and lived to conjure a terrible fate.
Water behaved scarcely and was sought out ruthlessly.
Future wasn't dispersing.
2200 was his response.

2200
His astounding vision had woken.
He fell in a really old, decrepit book store.
Book stores were held to be very lonely in this generation.
Everything was falling apart, especially the books.
The first book that struck his eyelids was a book about birds.
Book about the Ancient Creatures of Birds.
This title confused him of worry.
His assumption flew, he opened the mosaic door to a dust rave prancing in.
The outside was playing a concerto of silence,
With the drums of a few people pounding.
Where was the beautiful arrangement of a chirping chorale?
Not a single note, lack of melodic bravery.
Construction of the temple of flight was destroyed.
He jolted back inside faster than light.
The book practically opened itself from telekinesis.
“Extinction” was numerous in the book.
The species of birds were gone.
The threatening word kept repeating in his head until he was disoriented.
He saw purple and red swirls coming toward him in a galaxy formation.
He felt lifted and was back in the room.
Disbelief struck his inner-core.
Panting and panic endured from his astonishment.
They were louder than his internal conflict.
Experience was the ultimate pain, did he want to uncover more?
Fifty years ahead would be the final expedition.
2250 was his next response.

2250
He opened his powerful, blue orbs, waiting in the chair impatiently, nothing was arranging.
He asked the chair why nothing was happening.
It just harshly responded to a disappointing, "unavailable."
Reality had preached realization.
Was the planet annihilated?
Were human beings no longer in existence?
His mind craved contentment.
He desired sanity, praying the voice held untrue words.
Each gasping breath he took flew through the room.
The room was icy and his unrelenting body crawled chills.
Sweat was mimicking across his seams.
Sprouting of the gifted trees.
Sounds of waves that brought justice.
The roots that brought relations will be obliterated.
This case could be solved.
The present was awaiting him for his return.
2015 was his parting.

2015
He decided to land in the present forever.
The intelligence he uncovered will transcend.
He opened his courageous vision.
Fear had dissolved with the relentless, sculpted features.
Vines and trees were manifested.
They poured landscape and structure.
The architecture of scenery was profoundly appointed.
Green was overpopulated across the colorful palette.
The wise blue sky was reflected with satisfaction.
Yellow had vanished into the dispensing future.
white clouds were sleeping in the sky respecting their existence.
They dreamed nature would prolong.
Winds were speaking to him, what were they saying?
Plants were growing and countless.
He saw a bird flying through the sapphire sky.
Its sound created a memory he finally respected.
Judgement was no option to the sky.
He was grateful nature was still alive and breathing.
One branch was creeping through his head though, did any of this really happen?
Fear had grabbed him and influenced him that it still could happen.
It was Irrelevant, whether what he saw was reality or not.
His eyes glowed with the power to change the dimensions of natural matters.
Genesis of nature will not only be a legacy, but a memorable companion forever.
Earth pumps connections, its pulse will never cease with his fiery vision.