Civilization's Time-Limit

Civilization's Time-Limit

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Fanfic
Romance
Friends to Lovers
Slow Burn
Ouro Kronii, the Warden Of Time itself. Merely watching life fly by one tick at a time. Though something feels different about this go around. Instead of the usual constant loneliness. The gods created more, At first it had been Space, Then after Earth had formed Mother Nature, then Chaos. Lastly, Civilization. All this was to overwhelming for Kronii. Sure she didn't love the social isolation. But this was all too much. Especially with the idea of loosing what she just got a taste for... After all, Time is a fixed constant, where Civilization is a variable. Destroyed as easy as it had been made. &lt;Note&gt; I do NOT own these characters. They are owned by Hololive. I just wanted to write about these two Also this is going to be a rather depressing tale (Very angsty Kronmei)
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