time moves onward still.
the rise and fall of empires once powerful litter the ground, but one constant remains --
the tick tick ticking of the clock.
the gods are mere whispers of who they used to be; powerful beings reduced to nothing but dust.
this is who they are now,
this is where they are now,
this is what they are now.
are you ready to see what they've become?
YOU ARE READING
Clockwork
FantasyEverything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.
