Num7
Staff member
After a long day’s work, when the world was dim,
Our friend Pamela, sought solace.
She’d log onto the Internet, a digital retreat.
Where comfort and connection would meet.
Time Travel Institute’s BBS, a divine haven,
A place where souls can intertwine,
Each keystroke, an adventure,
A portal to the unknown.
Among the pages, discussions,
But one particular soul would catch her eye.
Unique between all.
John Titor, the time traveler.
Their interactions on the BBS, a delight.
In the quiet of cyberspace, they’d converse through the night.
Sharing thoughts and questions.
Their connection, a treasure that would endure.
Pamela’s refuge from the world, a comforting embrace,
Where her heart would sway,
A boundless sanctuary.
In the glow of her screen, at the end of the day.
