Yesterday, I saw a young girl who could give life to dolls.

Today, I saw a metal monstrosity that drilled my brothers to the walls with thousands of bolts. They didn't die, they awoke, living in their altered bodies.

Tomorrow, I saw soldiers in heavy, metal suits and their mechs, wandering through heavenly meadows. They've started building silos.

Yesterday, I've got my first alternator. Now, I know when there is an intruder in my mind.

Today, I was infected by barnacles. They grew on my body until my death.

Tomorrow, I was boarding amnesty.

Yesterday, my home was visited by the key-bearer. It stole my door, then escaped through them, like through a portal.

Tomorrow, I ate a fruit from a tree of giving. I died instantly, but my wish was granted. My head now hangs on the tree, like many other.

Yesterday, I was attacked by a gang of orphans with paper bags on their heads. I've died. They stole all my belongings.

Today, I was eaten by a tall, eyeless humanoid with a large fork.

Tomorrow, my plane flew over the howling forest. There were many yellow lights below, they were calling me. I don't remember how, but I've died.

Yesterday, I've allowed myself to become a host for a brain parasite. The world appears like a better, colorful place. The smells are more intensive, colors more vibrant and even rubbish tastes heavenly. I see no downsides.

Today, I've walked into an alleyway and simply disappeared into nothing. Forever.

Tomorrow, I didn't find a shelter for the night of absolute dark. My body was not found.

Yesterday, I was judged by the wandering arbiter and put into one of his many cages. I'll be kept in this prison, carried under his cloak, and be witness to his judgments until the end of time.

Today, I entered a multidimensional wardrobe. I've found myself in a power plant, where living people are used for energy. I've freed who I could.

Tomorrow, I've sold my organs and skins, for scrolls for spells and revolver ammunition.

Yesterday, I was hired as a mercenary, we will fight against a flood of bloodthirsty monstrosities until the dawn.

Today, my squad, and I, was killed just because our minds were thinking. I suspect it was a psychic attack.

Tomorrow, I was decapitated by a demon lady with four dragonfly wings and scythe arms. She moved faster than my eyes could ever see, even with all the cybernetics and arcane enchants.

Yesterday, I've visited a house in the middle of nowhere. A lone, elder lady lived there. She has made me scrambled eggs and told me some stories. Nothing explained how she has survived here for so long, but I didn't inquire any longer.

Today, I've prayed with the machines.

Tomorrow, I was staying at a glassy hotel on a mountainside. The blizzard outside was so pretty. The room was elegant and clean, but there were no visitors other than me and everything was operated by machines with no mind or soul.

Yesterday, I was in a small arctic village, where amidst the white snow, resided igloos in all colors known to man. We've hunted seals.

Today, I've encountered a glitch in the universe. My body was touched, then twisted beyond recognition.

Tomorrow, I had encountered plague-bearers. They were in their usual uniforms and gas masks. As always, a cloud of that stinking, deadly gas accompanied them. I've accepted my fate, I was quickly covered in tumors and died.

Yesterday, a tempest of steel razed an entire country.

Today, I was erased from existence again. This time, by a blue person with a strange glove.

Tomorrow, I've seen a device that duplicated an entire district, people included. Awkward.

Yesterday, I've watched my favorite stream, people being buried alive in coffins and awaiting their death. I've even found a channel with one of me.

Today, I've bought another newspaper that describes what is likely to happen tomorrow. It doesn't matter to me, tomorrow already happened, I've just like reading the old news.

Tomorrow, I met the lady in red. I've recognized her by her shawl. She passed without paying any attention to me. It seems like I'm another standard anomaly to her, unworthy of her effort. Good to know.

Yesterday, I've purchased some anti-anomalous slugs. They were working well, my other body didn't revive.

Today, I had met one of ten primordial beings. The black-lake elemental. It was gargantuan, reaching the cosmos, and made entirely of dense, icy, black water. One of its tentacles struck me, all of my bodies, across the entire universe and time, frozen and died.

Tomorrow, I will meet the monster.