Being confined by the strict margins of 2K dots in a row of writing (which failed my story yesterday), I hope to put my next exercising story in the following way: I believe, that despite all accumulated knowledge about how the Nature works, people always have been looking for ways to circumvent the constraints the very same Nature imposes upon their own life, doing it if not in reality, then but in aspiration. The aspiration assumes a way to fiction and dreams, which pulls out a dreamer from the daily chores of their ordinary life and forms the additional dimension to reality. For not flying off at a tangent, let us cast our look at such phenomenon as Time. It may well not be exaggerated to say that Time possesses qualities marked as direction and duration. In graphics it is usually reflected as a straight vector pointed to the right. The right is the Future, the left is the Past. The vector exists in Space, and it is a foregone conclusion that it has to be linear, or one-dimensional. But what a glamorous perspective could have been unfurled in the perception of the Humanity to imagine the vector of Time becoming a plane pinted plane of Time, i.e. becoming two-dimensional and acieving a new quality. In such case our rutine events could have been unrolled not into one direction, which is uniquely known as the Single Future, but into promiscuously developing Range of Futures, enchansing our game of imagination. Would not that have been a wider opportunity for compiling fiction?