Caden felt the energy within him fluctuate, the usually steady hum of the voice wavering slightly. "It's strange," the voice mused, its tone softened, edged with a weight that hinted at ancient wisdom and eons of existence. "Time has little meaning to me, yet there are moments where the pull of ages, of countless cycles, seems to weigh heavier than others."
Listening intently, Caden could sense a gentle sadness in the voice's resonance, like an old song that evoked memories of days long gone. The bond he shared with this voice had grown strong over time, and while it was vast and mysterious, Caden had come to rely on its wisdom and guidance. The notion that the voice felt tired stirred an unfamiliar pang of concern within him.
