I take a deep breath as my steps move softly across the sinking abyss. The whispers of the time as it moves across the sky in a lapsing wave.
The blending of the wave of time across the shore lingers through the lives of creatures across many worlds. The essence of life is questioned by the inner planes of existence.
Delicate and vile creatures scurry through the worlds as they each see to the needs of their desires. Their voices raise to the heavens, seeking the blessings of a beast that has long since descended into the depths of the unknown. The animals move, fretting between their lives, looking behind them as they scurry through their lives.
I often wonder about the role played in their lives by the ebb and flow of time. Wondering why some live lives of quiet desperation, never knowing the peace of a single life. The idea that life can be changed, tormented as they express, creeps through their lives. Every life serves a singular purpose of its design.
