- •“The ether bubbling outside of my clock tower window hurts my eyes to wander. I have no perception of time as I hear the “tick-tock” of something. Clocks? Ha-ha, who needs those… The endlessness of anything and everything locks up my mind in confused state that is becoming poison to my current existence.
- •Then I watch the years go by with such a casual pace that it makes me feel as non-existent as a fantasy story. Just like those stories though, I have a purpose. No I don’t, just the echoes now. The echoes even cower in the presence of self-consciousness. I am alive, I think? Life is precious, life is short, life is…over.
- •Echoes retreat back into the voices that created them and the silence is everywhere. You hear that? The watchman approaches. It’s time.”
- •-An observer.