The Time of Lavender

A million stars twinkled in the velvet tapestry of the night, casting a silvery glow on the busy streets of New York City. Amongst the ceaseless bustle of taxis, the honks, and the swarm of people, a young woman named Abigail Finch stood alone on the terrace of a lavish penthouse, lost in her thoughts.

In her late twenties, Abigail was the epitome of a modern woman - independent, successful, and driven. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back, framing a face that held eyes reflecting the city's skyline, sparkling with dreams and ambitions. But behind the ambitious glow, there was a trace of longing, a silent yearn for something more, something different.

The anticipation of the fundraising gala she was hosting for her art restoration project stirred a whirlpool of thoughts in her mind. She looked at the century-old pocket watch in her hand, an heirloom passed down through generations in her family. The timepiece, with its ornate carvings and delicate hands, was a stark contrast to her world of modernity and speed. As she opened the pocket watch, her eyes fell on the inscription engraved on its interior, “Love transcends time.” A sigh escaped her lips as she thought of the romantic tales associated with this artifact, wishing for such timeless love in her life.

Just as she was about to close the watch, she noticed an unusual glimmer inside it. The edges of the watch started glowing, the golden light growing stronger with every passing second. The hands of the watch started whirling in a frenzy, faster and faster, until everything was a blur of gold and silver.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, a powerful force sucked her into a vortex. The lights of her city, the familiar sounds, the penthouse, everything vanished, replaced by a whirl of colors and a sense of weightlessness. Then, as abruptly as it started, everything stopped.

Abigail found herself in an unfamiliar setting. The air smelled different, fresher. Her ears caught the chirping of the birds and a melody strummed on a string instrument, far in the distance. As she looked around, her heart skipped a beat.

Instead of the bustling city, she was standing in an expansive lavender field, the purple flowers swaying gently with the wind. The sky was a brilliant hue of orange and pink, the setting sun casting long shadows on the ground.

Panic gripped her, but then she remembered the inscription on the pocket watch. Could it be possible? Had she traveled back in time?

As she stood amidst the fragrant lavender, bewildered and anxious, she saw a silhouette approaching from the distant hill. A man carrying a canvas and what looked like a lute, with a beret perched on his tousled hair. He was walking towards her, oblivious of the fact that he was about to encounter a woman from the future.

In that moment, Abigail’s heart pounded in her chest, both from fear and excitement. She didn't know what the future - or was it the past? - held for her. But she knew one thing for certain, her life had taken a turn beyond her wildest imagination. This was her crossroads of time, and she had to brace herself for whatever came next.