The Birdcat

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"Have you noticed time seems to move backwards here?" Cat said. For once she wasn't gleeful over a disturbing weirdness. Her usual attitude was a cheery "Let's fuck things up!" and it was hard to budge her off that mark. Moving backwards might have been the only thing that could really worry her. The past must remain the past, littered with mistakes best forgotten. It must not come to meet her again, with horrifying reminders of failure looming out of the gloom. The failures far outshone the gems of fun and astonishment, for Cat's true desire was to be unassailable in every way. That could only work if the past stayed where it belonged, far behind, increasingly small and indistinct, lost amid time's clutter. "Maybe this is the door we came in at, but at an earlier time, a time before we even existed."

They both stood with the horror of that thought, contemplating a world even more backwards and dangerous than the one they left, without anyone who knew them.