I have seen the Fabric of Time
Ribbons of brillant colors cross and weave,
In a ballet of what could be colliding into what will be.
A tapestry of majestic light amongst a backdrop of nothingness.
Within all is possible, probable and impossible at once.
The myarrad of choices defines the course of Time.
But no one can master such a force.
The ebbs and flows maybe directed by choice,
But Time's raw and primal force deicates when it begins,
And when it Ends.
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