I was trying to save someone life, a girl and I think I loved her. This was someone that you would want to save, someone innocent and her death would be dark. I was made the second Time, as the first was gone. In order to save her I had to go back in time and find a toy she lost in a dumpster as a child, and the ripple effect would end up saving her life but Death stopped me.
I then found myself in a dilapidated hotel lobby that was filled with old televisions, an abstraction of reality in Deaths Domain. My power over Time was new, held here after my first attempt, and I knew I could not go back anymore. Death said that they were the first, and have been forever, and that I was a mortal who inherited Time’s mantle with no master. I felt the scale of Death’s power and that I nearly had none. So in this surreal lobby within Death’s Realm, surrounded by screens, I sat with them and watched a vhs movie of her life, fleeting moments on dusty tv’s, glimpses of her dancing in starlight.
