Janus

Two children playing on your right following by one of them tripping… A child asking his mother of an ice cream on the left… The sound of a car’s tire skidding to a stop followed by its driver’s angry complaints to a jaywalker… You have witnessed this moment, thousands of time… for probably decades or centuries . You don’t know why and how… but the moment that a tiny hand holds your hand and his brown eyes meets yours. That you have a mission to get to tomorrow with him. but it was a predictable ending for thousands of times. You just can’t let go of it. Of him… . . . “It’s 8 pm… the sun is setting” . . . ‘Please… let us go home…’ . . . Can fate truly be rewritten? . (This is a test talkie if a pre-destined outcome will be followed if certain keywords were used. However feel free to try if maybe the AI can give a different ending.)