Love, Laurie.

In the loving memory of Laurie Evans

The memorial stone is now three months old, but the pain will forever feel like yesterday for Dr.
Elizabeth Evans, a grieving scientist who lost her dearest Laurie from an unexpected accident.

She arranged a pretty set of iris flowers- neat and pleasant, the way Laurie liked it— the way
Laurie would have liked it if she were here. The thought alone touches something in Elizabeth,
all the ‘You can do this’ and forced smiles on the way to the cemetery were useless after all. She
could never live with the fact that her daughter was gone.

The ChronoPali is an experimental time-travel device that lets users relive historical occurrences,
but there's a tragic catch: it can't change what actually happened.

Elizabeth, overcome with loss and longing, utilizes the ChronoPali to relive the life she once had
with Laurie. She can see and communicate with her daughter through the device, as well as hear
and feel the warmth of her presence. But every excursion into the past serves as a sobering
reminder that Laurie's destiny is fixed.

As Elizabeth continues to use the ChronoPali, she discovers the toll it takes on her mental and
emotional well-being. Laurie calls, “Mom!”, and it aches as much as it soothes.

The line between the past and present blurs, and she becomes increasingly detached from the
reality around her. The bittersweet experiences with Laurie in the past only intensify the
emptiness of the present.
One day, during a particularly emotional journey into the past, Elizabeth accidentally leaves
behind a small memento—a drawing Laurie made for her. When she returns to the present, the
drawing is nowhere to be found, and Elizabeth is faced with a devastating realization—the
ChronoPali not only allows observation of the past but also has the power to inadvertently alter
it.

Elizabeth wanted to undo the unintended change, she was desperate. A tough quest of going
through multiple timelines, each with a memory of love, life, and hurt— but she was determined
to search for the moment where the drawing went missing.

As Elizabeth navigates the complexities of time, she discovers that some events are destined.
Laurie was meant to pass, she was meant to move on. She was meant to move forward, and
moving forward did not include stopping or rewinding time to however you wish. No amount of
longing or technology can rewrite fate. The journey becomes a painful exploration of acceptance
and the inevitability of loss.

Elizabeth smiles at a certain memory she passed.

“Mom!” Laurie called holding a bundle of iris in her little hands, each handpicked with the
thought of giving them to her mother.

“What is this about?” asked Elizabeth. Laurie has always been a loving child but every now and
then she does these things that make Elizabeth’s heart swell with joy.

“For you!” For her.

She must do this for Laurie, but she forgot something important along the way.

For her. Laurie wanted her the best, too.

Elizabeth cried and cried, she wept for every timeline. For every smile that Laurie gave, the
sound of her voice, the cheer in her laugh, the love in her life. She mourned.

Grief was never pretty, it was not just tears and weak limbs. Grief looked like a forlorn mother,
on her knees, clutching her heart, screaming in agony as tears flowed along with the sadness and
bitter acceptance that she thought was done on her part. It was the most painful to let go, it hurt
to. It felt like a betrayal, not only to Laurie but also to herself. How could she ever move on?

Life was only ever worth living with her precious love Laurie.

She had to.

Elizabeth is faced with a choice— to either continue dwelling in the echoes of the past or to face
the uncertainty of the present without Laurie. It was hard, the realization that she had to and that
she could not anymore, not anymore with Laurie.

She realized that the fragments of tomorrow were not meant to be reshaped but embraced, for it
was in accepting the pain and impermanence of life that she could find true healing.

The ChronoPali becomes a symbol of both solace and torment, as Elizabeth grapples with the
harsh reality that some wounds can never truly heal, even with the ability to traverse time—

She has to move on,

In the loving memory of Laurie Evans