Time
Description
A man who once had such burning passion for his duty reduced to waning sparks of embers
Leaving an empty shell and traces of warm embers and ashes within its vicinity
But fire can be rekindled
No matter how small, fire will grow. With a little prodding and a frw blows
a dull orange glow to a vibrant *array/barrage of orange and reds. Emitting such great light and warmth, to serve as the guide to lead the lost back into its warm embrace
Fire is catching, from one spark to a roaring sea of reds.
Prepate to burn.
Time is fragile
Fickle
Unpreditably predictable
A contradiction in itslef, a paradox
Foreword
Time is such a fickle entity.
Father said that my duty lies in keeping the balance of time within space
Being a time keeper is boring.
Living a life of redundancy and foreseen events dull the once exciting thrill of the unknown
With just a snap of the fingers, wisdom hundreds would kill for is within reach
A glimpse of the days past and of the impending future
A burden so unexpectedly heavy, it is as if you were holding the skies upon thin sagging shoulders
Leaving emptiness at its wake
Nothing can prove that something exists like time can.
Numbers and measurements a mere struggle to make sense of the unknown. Restraints that humanity had bestowed on itself
Life is boring. Humans are fascinating and infuriating creatures.
Time is gold.
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