Thirteen dark beings sit around a table in a place that can't exist, passing a single worn pair of dice between them. Over and over again the dice circle the table; years pass and still they the dice slowly circle the table. There is one winner and twelve losers, some games are short while others are long and the time between games is never the same.

The dice bounce along their path... twelve circles lay at it's end. They freeze. Twelve feel afraid, but one is in triumphant ecstasy.

"Took long enough," says the being rising from the table and turning to walk away "I think it's time for a new era."

The other twelve stay silent, frozen. Only the victor can speak or stand until their turn is over. But their all thinking the same thing... 'Era'.

None of them have any names but they think of this victor as Era. Every time they win an era comes to an end and a new one takes its place.

They look back for a moment and grin as they say, "This will be the best one yet, I hope you can all wrap your heads around it."

With that they turned away and began reweaving the fabric of space to suit their whims.