Prologue
One day, Time glanced down from the heavens upon earth, the world of humans. It saw everything, yet understood nothing. With all of the knowledge it possessed, Time tried to fathom what life would be like. What would it be like to live, to be born, to feel, to love, and to die? What emotion would life enkindle? Would it hurt or feel sad? Or would life bring happiness and be filled with meaning? Meaning. That word echoed in Time’s mind. What is my meaning? Thought Time. Humans live with meaning. With a purpose to their short existence. They evolve. Time existed with nothing. It did not evolve. It was just there. To be known, yet acknowledged by no one. To be loved by no one. And so Time went to God and made a wish.
"I wish for meaning," Time whispered into the abyss, which was God.
God replied back, "Meaning?"
"Yes, I am without meaning. I desire to experience this feeling that all humans know."
"I created you with a purpose," Spoke God. "With meaning, but I can see that you do not understand and must find meaning for yourself. You shall take on the life of a human and find what you seek. But be warned, this shape is not forever and on the second day you must return to Me. If, when the days are up, and you do not return, there will be devastating ramification."
Then Time fell into a deep slumber.
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