Yesteryear Fiction

Puris Oblivata
By Dave Moreno


When Jarvis leapt into the void, the void flexed to receive him. There was no sound, no closure to reality or space with which the boundaries of time and space could be expanded. A small dog with a stylistic dragon cut into its collar stepped up to the edge of the void and sat, tongue wagging expectantly. Only Jarvis knew the magic behind the cut dragon, and he smiled as the dog turned around thrice and then rocketed off into another void, a void that hung beyond. The last thing that the eyes of the world saw was the cut dragon shining in the darkness.


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When I do what I do you’ll see what I see.