A few moments before,
Quite a certain few moments before, in which the existence of nature of Time itself – the flow of it that was supposed and ought to be not disturbed… in this very moment instead was disturbed. Being Halted. Whether that would be temporal or indefinite, none could tell… because those who lived their Life fully by being spoon-fed by Time, and when the time had come when Time had been taken from them once again… once again, turning them into an act of now nothing more than statues made of flesh and blood. Feeling warm their flesh and blood were, but when hearts were not beating thus becoming nothing more than a static background. Those existed, without a doubt, but just 'only' at this very moment, along with the silent setting of ambience; stationary clouds and the Sun above floating still between the motionless skies,
