The sands of time drift away beneath our feet.
It is this drifting that forces all to decide whether to let fate consume them, or to flee from the inevitable.
Dear alies and distant foes may become one in the same if left to time's whim.
You cannot escape.
Like a massive serpent, time coils around us, draining from us that which it put there to begin with.
Love and hate, strength and weakness, Time cares not for the loss but only for itself.
If unfostered, deep companionship may turn to bitter regret and eventually to deepest loathing by time's constance.
Also true is it that with proper care time can turn enemies to lovers.
Time is a truly fickle friend
It is this drifting that forces all to decide whether to let fate consume them, or to flee from the inevitable.
Dear alies and distant foes may become one in the same if left to time's whim.
You cannot escape.
Like a massive serpent, time coils around us, draining from us that which it put there to begin with.
Love and hate, strength and weakness, Time cares not for the loss but only for itself.
If unfostered, deep companionship may turn to bitter regret and eventually to deepest loathing by time's constance.
Also true is it that with proper care time can turn enemies to lovers.
Time is a truly fickle friend
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