Time is a Heck of a Thing

Talyssa paused as she reached the crumbled base of a ridge, her gaze wandering over the skeletal remains of an ancient beast that lay scattered before her. “It’s impossible for us to know how much time has passed. All we can do is infer based on what we have seen for ourselves. What happens to the bones of our prey whenever they ar discarded, and apply that logic to a greater scale of the world.” A sense of reverence filled her as she took in the enormity of the creature's size, even in its fragmented, fossil state. "We don’t know what these creatures called themselves- and of course, their tale is ended to be able to ask them- but ours is ongoing." Her voice was a breath of wind that swept over the crest of the ridge, carrying with it a potent mix of curiosity and empathy. "And so, we must learn from them, honor their memory, and recognize that even after we are long gone, our story will continue, too. In bones, in the land, in the memories of those who come after us."

"Talyssa Carpathius"