The Miracles of Time

Hi. This is my first Creepypasta. Any criticism is much appreciated. Anyways, allow me to begin.
Time, the inexorable force that governs the very essence of our existence, is a concept that has fascinated and puzzled humanity throughout history. From the ancient philosophers pondering its nature to modern physicists unlocking its mysteries, time remains an enigma, transcending its role as a mere measurement of moments and becoming a profound philosophical and scientific frontier.
At its most basic level, time is the framework within which we organize our lives. From the ticking of seconds on a clock to the changing of seasons, time provides us with structure and order. Yet, as individuals, we experience time subjectively. Time can stretch languidly during moments of joy and accelerate mercilessly in times of sorrow.
It is ironic that today, scientists still have not found a way to travel through time, but I have.
In these logs I shall document my play of time in Minecraft, and the thrill I have derived.
== How It All Started ==
I would say, luck. As with every other turning point in the world.
Something out of the paranoia of my brain. I have that to thank.
Today, I have a world with 1 large chest worth of diamonds. 
A thriving village. The trophy of my Dragon Egg.
No cheats on. 
No cheats on.
How?
== The safety net we call paranoia ==
When I first started Minecraft, in Pocket Edition, I played like every other player would, gathering wood, coal, torches, stone. Everything was sailing smoothly.
Until my death at the hand of the creeper. The red screen of death pissed me off not gonna lie. When I was planning to get my stuff back I thought: It won't happen again. I just have to be more careful.
When I left the world to delete it, something caught my eye.
'Copy World'
I clicked on it. Out of curiosity perhaps.
When I went to the worlds section, a new world appeared as 'Copy of My World'. I didn't give it much thought. So I went back into my original world and I kid you not, at the spot where I went to retrieve my items, I died once again. This time at the hands of another creeper. I exited the world in frustration. Then I saw the copy world I made. What intrigued me was the word 'copy'. Enter, I clicked.
I was utterly appalled. I was in my bed, very similar to how it was when I respawned after my death. On my bed, in my shelter. 
I went outside only to find a cow, a pig, a chicken, eerily in the exact same spot, beside that oak tree.
I went back to my death site, that gaping hole. 
I recall my death at the hands of that accursed. I look back, only to see it not far away from me.
At breakneck speed I immediately ran in and grabbed my items, then proceeded to kill that creeper before it could blow me up.
'Have I... averted death?' I questioned myself. 
== Nessun Dorma ==
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