The Time Traveler's Dilemma

•  In the curious town of Willow brook, settled in the midst of moving slopes and twisting streams, there carried on with a splendid researcher named Teacher Benjamin Wells. Fixated on disentangling the secrets of time, Teacher Wells devoted his life to the investigation of worldly physical science.

• Following quite a while of enthusiastic exploration, Teacher Wells at long last accomplished the inconceivable — a working time machine. With a combination of fervor and fear, he arranged for his initial process through the ages.

• As the time machine murmured to life, Teacher Wells wound up tearing through the vortex of time, seeing the rhythmic movement of history like an observer at the world's most terrific theater. However, in the midst of the marvels of the past, he before long experienced an upsetting truth — each activity had results.

• From the get go, Teacher Wells delighted in the chance to right verifiable wrongs and forestall misfortunes before they happened. He saved lives, adjusted fates, and, surprisingly, steered wars. Yet, with every change, the present became progressively unsound.

• Little inconsistencies increased, making far reaching influences that resounded through time. Recognizable appearances disappeared, supplanted by outsiders. Scenes moved, structures rose and fell, and the actual texture of reality appeared to shred at the edges.

• Tormented by culpability and the heaviness of his activities, Teacher Wells confronted an ethical difficulty not at all like some other. Was it his place to play god, reshaping the embroidery of presence to suit his own longings? Or then again would he say he was limited by some unchanging law of destiny, sentenced to observe history unfurl without obstruction?

• As the outcomes of his intruding developed more desperate, Teacher Wells understood that the most genuine experience lay not in that frame of mind past, but rather in embracing the present with every one of its defects and vulnerabilities. For eventually, he would find that the best secret of everything was not the idea of time, but rather the unfathomable capability of the human heart to shape its own fate.