The ticking of the clock, a narrow yet endlessly looping corridor, all sorts of timepieces could be seen throughout the corridor.
At the end of this endlessly looping time corridor was a wax museum, the residence of the God of Time, where this white-bearded old man dressed in a purple mage's robe was tending to the wax figures.
As many a deity knew, the Time Wax Museum never harbored ordinary objects; these wax figures were all deities who had "passed away" for various reasons.
If a deity was forgotten by followers and the world, they would fall into time, which was the most common death. But a deity's death was different from a normal life's demise. Especially those who entered the Time Wax Museum: they still had the potential to rise from the dead.
