My spectral weave is deep in the shadows where many fear tread. That is
where the strongest thread of love yet discontent sit withered in the
forgotten expanse of time. But then again, what is time? Parameters
drawn by the conclusions of those that thought before you and I took
corporeal form. Alas and anon, the truth as we care to craft it will be
look upon and questioned by those of wisdom that do follow. And then
again again, have our suggestions not been heard, or not yet thought?
Crafty beast this "time" creature is. Master and understand its depth
and magnitude and one should rule everlasting.