February 11, 2017 (Saturday)

The silence of night is not a thing, sounds abound when the sun goes down (though the sun does not actually go down). Time lost to dreams (time cannot be lost nor can it be gained, time is relative). I wander between rows of giants. I wander without much thought for tomorrow or today. The past is where my mind goes. My body leading so slow and sure. My heart races, pounding within my chest, and I wander through a savage land to find the portal to time itself.