New, Old.
Birth, Death.
Day, Night.
The circles that mother swamp revolves around.
Time.
Time is everything; it creates, destroys, enlightens, humbles, comforts and terrifies.
Time is the catalyst of all things. The newborn, the reaper.
Glowing eyes blinked sedately. All of time stretch before them.
Not a straight path that most envision, but an opalescent pool. Colors reflecting the reality beneath them swirling lazily around. Black and oily over troubled times, a chokingly thick cover of decay, and the palest blue for contentment, airy and pure. All other colors running the range of emotions.
These eyes knew, these eyes could see. Within this pool all things were possible. There was nothing to fear, time was the only enemy, and time was on her side. Time was her mother, her father, her nurturer. Her brother even survived alongside it, unlike most of whom who resided beneath.
Calm shifted through the eyes, knowing that this, all she knew, was Eternal.
