He looked back at his footprints on the sand, soon the tide would erase his track, how beautiful this island was in the falling light, he thought.
The beach appeared empty, the only sounds the melody of the tide and the gulls’ s cries, and the wind.
His next thought was that he had failed: they do say that a time machine can’t work, against the laws of physics, the second law of thermodynamics, entropy, quantum energy…
A change in air pressure made him stop, his heart suddenly pounding, slowly he turned round…
She was there, standing tall, naked, her golden hair reflecting the moon light, the body of a goddess, a triumphant smile on her lips, a vision of splendour and divinity, her profile as ancient as the earth, Aphrodite…
