--Tides of Time--

A figure wrapped in shadow's embrace walks along the planes of time. A violent storm brews above the figure, flashing images with each lightning bolt. The figure looks into the maelstrom seeing ives come and go with each rain droplet. Things are created, things are destroed, and time as we know it collide above the figure.

"I...Can't..."Murmers the figure as it speaks to itself.

The figure nears a rive flowing rapidly in several directions. Tossing a stone in the river the tides of time shift to curbe around the obstruction; the stone. The maelstrom's intensity increased to the figure's dismay.

"...Exis,"Sighs the figure, finishing it's sentence.