Time is never still. It flows, ebbs and wanes. In the depths lurk shadows of untold behemoths, ideologies that should have faded in ages dark. Phantoms that grew on the supple detritus what drifted away from stable shores.
Had you told me this, I would never have believed you. But I have seen them.
My steps in the timeline are not without guile, hubris my eternal foe. I tread paths I have followed a hundred times. Each step careful, measured. Each breath held until the perfect moment. My quest for a simple thread what could lead us back to salvation. Though I fear my own actions pushed us toward an inevitable fate worse than imagined.
I can’t tell you how many I watched fall in my endless pursuit. A meager blur on every iteration.
Everstone, Fragments of Eternity, circa 3031