Can I be more Obscure and Vague?

The following story is not what it first seems.  
Read it again after finishing it the first time.


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It was another rainy day.   The water washed down in streams of almost torrential fury.   Rivulets carved themselves into the soft dirt of the watershed.  Splashes geysered up from the ground, mirroring the fury above with that below.


Two figures were seen at the top of a hill, watching the work of years, the labor of their hands, washing away with the water.   


"Took years."  one said.

"Lifetimes for some."  the other commented.

"Things will be different now."  one muttered.

The other paused...looked out over the valley and whispered, "bout time!"

"Yep!"


And while this conversation was going on, over in the other valley.....


It was another blistering day.   Unmerciful rays scorched the already baked and battered dirt.   The waves of distortion came up from the earth, creating mirages on the horizon.  The fields were blistered with shrunken pits, where wet was just a myth.


In the field, two figures stood and surveyed the land.



"Took years."  one said.

"Lifetimes for some."  the other commented.

"Things will be different now."  one muttered.

The other paused...looked out over the valley and whispered, "bout time!"

"Nope!"

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I will leave you to guess....though "Perspective & Relativity" is close!