People have always been drawn to the sea, as if some magical force emanates from its endless blue waters—able to attract bodies and souls of those who haven’t yet grown completely callous in the daily bustle of similar days…
Time, like the sea, is endless and mysterious. Those who travel through it (like sailors) differ in character and aspirations. Among them are good people and villains; some seek riches and others seek knowledge. There are only no indifferent and inert ones—those who live slowly, drifting along the current along the shores without trying to dock with them, and hoist a backpack and a rifle onto their shoulders to set off in search of ancient cities lost in sands and jungles.
They reveal secrets that have stirred humanity for centuries. They plunge into the heart of the bloodiest battles so that, after thousands of years, they can tell in detail how Nineveh fell, or how Se-Aakhtl Tolpicin Quetzalcoatl conquered Yucatán. They live in ancient cities, compiling detailed chronicles of their way of life; they cross the Mediterranean in stout merchant ships and fast combat triremes; they overcome the desert with camel caravans to see Palmyra at the peak of its splendor and magnificence.
Time journeys are full of deprivation and risk. Many of those who do this die from bullets and blades of ferocious warriors, drown in the sea, burn their lungs with hot ash of Vesuvius in Pompeii, or simply vanish without a trace into the abyss of space and centuries. Yet no one, ever, refuses—headlong—to set off on a new voyage, spurning all the hardships and dangers that will inevitably meet them on the way.