Once Upon a Paradox

Chapter 6: Time Restraints

"Time, the testament of existence."

In the heavenly realm, amidst palaces and architectural excellences, stood, in the centre of it all, a grand golden tower. The highest structure in all of "Haven", its magnificence rising high above the celestial horizon.

Near the tower's summit, a circular balcony of golden glass crowned the structure, gleaming like a regal diadem. A man stood at its edge, his hands gripping the railing as he gazed out upon the vast realm below.

It was dark yet colourful, the goddess of Space has always decorated the sky with her wonders. And this early morning was no different, she crafted spectacular light shows and cosmic murals littering the stratosphere with them instead of clouds.

His gaze wandered toward Aetheris' palace, where a soft glow appeared over her garden. Moments later, he watched as the goddess herself, accompanied by her advisor, rose gracefully into the sky.

She ascended to the very edges of the atmosphere and stratosphere, her presence luminous. With a simple yet grand gesture of her hands extending, she shifted a star across the realm, dimming her usual cosmic paintings, and brightening the heavenly realm. He observed as she descended gently to the main entrance of her palace, only to disappear within.

With a hand running through his golden-blonde hair, he uttered to himself, "The constraints of time shall call upon its god once more."

He wondered what task would challenge him today. Everyday happened to have little surprises and he took pleasure not always looking into the future, for the sake of having unexpected experiences.

With time being his lane, nothing was truly unexpected, even when not looking directly into the future, there's always that feeling of inevitability moments before. A sentiment of fate, sometimes it is seen, sometimes not.

Whether it was willful thinking or chance was a mystery. But such was time, grounded yet wild.

His mind drifted away, like a windy leaf on a lake. Until, his bright golden eyes saw something in his peripheral, it was a thread, a streak of space, shooting away into the grand universe from Aetheris' palace.

"That was not foreseen to happen," he uttered, his eyes raised ever so slightly.

With that, he sauntered into his tower, his white robe drifting a bit with each step, held together by night black chains, reflecting the softness of outer space. The mechanics of this tower humbly vibrated until he got to the centre.

In the centre, a golden-yellow light glowed everlastingly,with golden chains shooting out of the tower to the sky. He slowly reached out to touch it until something caught his senses.

The sound of rhythm erupted throughout the heavenly realm, the sacred instruments of havenly muses clashed with the stillness and silence of the realm. These winged beings danced in the sky and performed for all to see.

With a sigh, the god urgently walked to his balcony, the muses seeming to lore him, their tunes escalating in tension, and his feelings responding with an urge. He realised something, something was off.

His eyes searched about as the conclusion materialised into his brain, "They're late."

He quickly shut the door to his balcony, which cleansed all outside noises from his senses, his feelings eased. Something was off today and he had to find it out.

"The timeline is faulty."

Although time was a tool to be held and controlled by a god, the timeline of the heavenly realm faltering was rare, its construction was the best in all the realms.