It was a shattered existence that he
lived in. He was the only one truly living before the cataclysm,
everyone else was just reflections. The him that was past that time
was an echo of what he was. Now and then something rang back across
the prisms of time. A word here, or a phrase, a glimpse into the
larger picture.
It would be several hundred years
before they started to see what he had already. The future him
yawned. They started to see who he was, or rather who he wasn't.
The days passed slowly in the Time Before, while After they sped
ahead with a new energy.
One day they would come back for him,
in doing so, the cataclysm would occur, and so the universe breaks
and mends itself.
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