Time passes differently for different souls.
For the condemned man counting down to execution, each second stretches into an eternity of dread, every tick of the clock a hammer blow against diminishing hope.
He feels time as a physical weight, crushing down with inexorable pressure, each moment stolen from a future that shrinks with mathematical precision.
Yet for the child counting days until their birthday, those same seconds sparkle with anticipation.
Time becomes a friend carrying gifts, each passing hour bringing them closer to joy. They wish it would move faster, embrace its passage, celebrate each sunset as progress toward their desire.
Existence finds this dichotomy amusing…the same river of time, experienced as poison by some and wine by others.
It all depends… on what waits at the river's end.
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In the Star Seas, time passed with its usual indifference to the concerns of those experiencing it.
