Death had never come more often to a person than it did to this one.
But no matter how often he was dragged over the death's doorstep he returned and this is the story of how he lived for a long time.
A picture of a man on a hill.
The undying, unending day and night cycle.
He was home for an era, hoping for an end to his own life to find him, when he could not find it himself. Now, instead of his own end, he must witness the final whiff of Earth. Another planet's end, another passing of a star, and still there is no end to his Time.