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You already know this is available on my etsy page cuties 

This would straight up look great anywhere....as a focus piece or as a part of a gallery wall...just sayin...

https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/964323871/vintage-1793-japanese-woman-silhouette?ref=shop_home_active_7

Do you guys like your own pics? 

Title: Prophet Seated in Profile on a Cloudbank

Available on my etsy..c’mon now 

https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/949844894/prophet-seated-in-profile-on-a-cloudbank?ref=shop_home_active_10

Title: Oriental Street Scene - Created in 1850 by Eduard Hildebrandt

https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/963789703/vintage-1850-digital-black-and-white?ref=shop_home_active_18

This cuteeeeeeee af vintage 1500s pink octagonal cabinet design print is available on my etsy gangstas. 

Check it! 

https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/966896739/vintage-19th-century-design-for-a?ref=shop_home_active_12

Title: Design for a Piano Artist: Anonymous, French, 19th century Date: 19th century

https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/952722912/vintage-19th-century-french-piano-design

Title: Shadows on the Shoji Artist: Kitagawa Utamaro Medium: Woodblock print; ink and color on paper Date: 1790shttps://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/952889114/vintage-japanese-1790s-digital-download

The Time Traveler's Diary Shaina Tranquilino September 17, 2024

The storm had raged all night, beating against the windows of Diane Holzer's quiet cottage at the edge of town. It was the sort of night that stirred unease, though she could never quite say why. The wind howled through the trees, and the rain fell in sheets, but there was something else—a feeling in the air, like a change was coming.

It was just after dawn when the storm finally relented. Diane, an avid collector of antiques, decided to visit the nearby estate sale that had been advertised. The house belonged to the late Professor Edward Harrington, a reclusive man whose death had sparked curiosity in the village. He was rumored to have been obsessed with strange theories of time, but no one ever took him seriously.

Inside the dusty old mansion, Diane wandered the rooms, browsing through relics of the professor’s life—old maps, stacks of books, tarnished silverware. In a corner of his study, beneath a pile of forgotten papers, she found it—a leather-bound diary. The cover was worn, but the pages inside were crisp, as if they had been written only recently.

She tucked the diary under her arm, paying for it along with a few other trinkets. Back at home, with a cup of tea in hand, she opened the diary, expecting musings on the professor’s eccentric work or perhaps personal notes about his reclusive life. Instead, what she found unsettled her immediately.

November 17, 2123

If you are reading this, then I know my calculations were correct. My name is Nicholas Harrington, and I am writing to you from 2123. You, Diane Holzer, are my ancestor—my great-great-grandmother, to be precise. And I need your help.

Diane blinked at the words, her heart pounding in her chest. This had to be some kind of elaborate joke. She skimmed the next few lines, her mind racing.

You will find this diary on the 17th of September, 2024, just after a storm. The estate sale of Professor Harrington, your neighbor, will bring you to it. I have no doubt that you will be skeptical, but I urge you to keep reading. The events I describe are real, and they concern your future—and mine.

Diane closed the diary for a moment, trying to catch her breath. The date was correct. Today was the 17th of September, and she had found the diary just as it described. But how could this be?

Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the diary again, continuing to read.

In my time, the world is on the brink of collapse. Climate disasters, political unrest, and technological failures are pushing civilization to the edge. But it wasn’t supposed to be this way. History was altered, and I believe it has something to do with our family.

I am writing to you because you hold the key to preventing this future. In your lifetime, you will come into possession of an object—a small, unremarkable pocket watch. This watch, though it may seem ordinary, is anything but. It contains a mechanism that was developed long ago by a group of scientists working in secret—among them, our ancestor, Professor Edward Harrington.

This watch can manipulate time.

Diane stared at the page, her heart thudding in her chest. She didn’t own a pocket watch. Or did she? She hurried to her bedroom, rummaging through the box of trinkets she had purchased that morning. There, beneath the brass candlestick and faded postcards, was a small pocket watch—old and weathered, but still ticking.

The watch has the ability to create small tears in the fabric of time, allowing its user to see potential futures or even influence certain events. But it is dangerous in the wrong hands. In your time, someone will come for it—a man named Stanley Dodds. He will seem like a friend, but he cannot be trusted. He seeks the watch for his own purposes, and if he gets it, everything I know will fall apart.

Diane's hands trembled as she held the watch. The name Stanley Dodds was all too familiar. He was a charming historian she had met at a conference only weeks before. They had shared a pleasant conversation over coffee, and he had mentioned his interest in antique timepieces. He had even offered to help her appraise some of her collection.

Her phone buzzed on the table, and she jumped, startled by the sudden noise. The screen flashed with a message.

Stanley Dodds: Are you free for lunch today? I’d love to see your new finds.

Her blood ran cold. She glanced at the diary again, flipping through the pages.

When Stanley comes for the watch, you must not let him have it. You must hide it, or use it yourself. I have only been able to send this diary back through time, but with the watch, you can do more. You can change the future.

I know this is a lot to ask, but you must trust me. Your decision will shape the lives of generations to come—including mine.

Diane's mind raced. How could she possibly believe this? A time traveler’s diary? A watch that could control time? And yet—everything the diary had said so far had been true. The storm. The date. Stanley Dodds.

She stared at the watch in her hand, its surface gleaming faintly in the soft light of the morning. If what Nicholas had written was true, she had a decision to make—and quickly. Stanley would arrive soon, and she had no idea what he was capable of.

Taking a deep breath, Diane stood and walked to the window. Outside, the world seemed deceptively calm, the sky clearing after the storm. But inside her, a storm raged.

She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew one thing: the watch was hers, and she would decide how it was used.

As she turned the watch over in her hand, she felt a strange, shifting sensation in the air—a ripple, almost. The world seemed to shimmer for a moment, and then, in a flash, she was gone.

The diary lay open on the table, the ink on the last page still fresh.

November 17, 2123

Thank you, Diane. You made the right choice.