The old man's voice lowered slightly, becoming almost reverent. "The universe has always hidden its truths behind impossible contradictions. Only by creating something that is both you and not you—alive yet unbound, part of time yet untouched by it—can you glimpse the essence of what time truly is."
He stopped before the glowing sphere, placing his palm against its surface. The embryonic world pulsed softly beneath his touch, and faint waves of golden light spread outward like ripples on a tranquil sea. "This world-to-be will accept you," he said quietly. "Its will has not yet been born, and it will recognize your essence as the catalyst for its creation. Through it, your clone will take form—a being meant to comprehend time, untouched by causality."
