POV Vesuvius:
The black, armored form of the dragon floated within the well of time like a pickle in a jar. His golden eyes absently stared at the streams of time and a small dark dot in the distance that was quickly approaching him.
Civilizations fell and raised right before him, skyscrapers and castles grew like trees in a forest before rotting away in rust to be forever forgotten, but he didn't even care, all his attention on the small black dot that quickly grew.
'How long was I even here?' Everything was dull to him, as all the time blended. There was no day or night. There was only time. However, he still saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
The small dark dote quickly turned into a small rock that flew through the liquified time like a meteor through space. Time flowed and moved around it, slightly brushing off its surface.
