"CARTUCHO, it's working I've finally done it we will go back in time so we can..."

BOOOM! 

Hangry saw that the device started falling apart and exploding. He screamed and jumped on top of his best friend, his dog, Cartucho as if his body shielding his dear dog can shield him from the disaster of the time machine exploding.

There was no light from the origin of the explosion, but the noise was there and kept repeating as if the explosion had a permanent echo. The explosion was unlike the usual ones, it grew slowly, without light, just an expanding rainbow bubble that made his senses scream danger!

He was on top of his old dog, who was mostly deaf was startled by his owner suddenly landing on top of him, but Cartucho only felt happiness and wagged his tail happily, he could not see very much, and he could barely hear, but if he was with his tall brother he was happy, maybe could be better if he had peanut butter and tall brother softly scratching my back, but I'm still happy that tall brother wishes to play.

How could Hangry not realize this? But this was better, at least he won't go in fear. Hangry smiled as the explosion started ripping at the structure of the cells of his body as he was consumed by the bizarre explosion that strangely didn't hurt.

He held on closer to Cartucho kissing his goofy face that he always couldn't help but smile at, "I love you, little buddy, we're going to heaven now..."

Cartucho felt tall brother grow tense then slack as if he fell asleep and barked at him amused and happy before he too was consumed.

Silence.

Time has no form, it's like that blurry moment of consciousness you don't pay attention to once you fall into a deep state when daydreaming and time passes by.

That's how the time stream is.

There is no concept of time when in the time stream and if that sounds stupid then you clearly have never been there. That last emotional bark from Cartucho was as if a bubble that was unaffected by the temporal explosion. Like an egg it floated there, nourished by the energies of the universe feeding it and letting something truly unique across the cosmos to grow.

It had no consciousness, it was just a bubble of emotion, an imprint of a beloved dog named Cartucho, it floated there for eternity yet also for a single second as it grew into a prismatic blob, that grew four legs and in the shape of a small dog.

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This dog, opened its eyes, just a blank slate that was comfortable and in a positive bliss as if born from an imprint of the purest and most positive emotions of a lovely creature, which was exactly what happened.

Timestreams are without time, maybe a million years passed or merely just the amount of time it takes for the sound from the snapping of your fingers to reach your ears. But the little dog felt that something was missing, and its existence of bliss wasn't as complete as before, but it didn't have the awareness to question or search for whatever that may be missing.

But an existence noticed the little prismatic dog, it was a stoic extraterrestrial as if without any emotions, a traveler who bent space to get to their destination that could stride through millennia and universes in one stride, this existence stopped mid-stride and looked at the little dog.

It noticed it was stuck and needing something to be complete, merely out of a whim it decided to help this little creation of time, it peered back to see what creating this creature and saw the young species it once saved from the brink finally made some achievements in technology. It peered into the human's eyes and saw civilizations rising and falling across 100,000 years. 

It said out loud in perfect English "The history of your people and masses is written in the air you breathe, from the air you breathe and into your DNA, from your eyes I see it all, little ones."

It peered back at the little prismatic dog before saying "From here on, you will be called Art, go on littlest one, follow this beacon and do what you must do."

It raised its hand, as big as a universe yet smaller than the smallest particle of matter, the little prismatic dog named art snuggly fit into that hand. As it was held the existence reached with its other hand and plucked a blue star from the cosmos holding it between its fingers as if it was a little pebble and gently guided it to the forehead of little Art where it stuck to its forehead and turned into a blurry blue gem.

It gently whispered "Go.".

Art blinked, its mind and consciousness expanded, it looked up at the existence with a stoic face before wagging its tail and stepping off its hand and following the beacon pointing out from its forehead and into space and disappearing into the cosmos.

The existence gave a cheesy smile and said "Your Majesty, hope you are satisfied."

It's unknown who it said that to.

Art flew through the timestream flying into the body of a pregnant wolf 2.3 million years before the time machine incident. She gave birth to 7 puppies, Art was born as the smallest and frailest one of the litter. The wolf pack was a largely successful one, so the mother never considered pushing him aside to starve due to him being a runt.

Weeks went by all the other wolf cubs grew big and strong except for two that just died without much indication being that they were stronger than Art. 

One day as a young wolf, Art smelled a unique scent, one its nose has never smelled, but one its soul once did... humans. It ran in search but stumbled down a cliff accidentally and broke both its hind legs, a sure death for any wild creature. 

I looked up and saw my Hangry.