Prompt: A perfect iron loop.
Let it be a perfect iron loop around the grip of the world. The testament of a good deed done well, and well enough to keep the magicks of the world together, at least for a short amount of time.
The cycles of time do not know where they stop or start, so why should humanity? They search for the end times, the beginning times, what happens in current times and what will happen in soon-to-be present times. There is no need to follow the sun so closely, to follow the passing of time so closely, when it will shun us so readily when it is ready. The sounds of the passing of life are echoing between it all; the tightened rings of time squeezing our arms like a bear hug that will poison you if you squeeze back.
The undead don’t linger, do they? They lose themselves to time, become the constraints that we bind ourselves to. And we let them. We do not stop them, but we pine for them. We pine for the way they let go and forget what it means to be a tick on their jail cell wall, and hope for the best that they won’t find their way home.
There is no stopping time or its slimy hands. It will show you that while it can destroy, kill, or erase entirely, it will also heal, erode, and rebuild if given the chance. There is nothing sacred to time, and the only thing that is worth looking into when looking for immortality and divinity is how well you can get along with the passing of it.
The way we shift to hold it between our hands? It’s a plot. A way for us to let go and let ourselves believe us to be dead and insurmountable, but it is a lie, and we know it. There is no way to close the windowsill. We must sit and watch it turn on the street lamps and shut the cat away while it prowls the dark trees for loose change and dead cigar butts. It will strangle you in your doorway, and do not let it convince you that living is a wild temptation. It it not worth crying over, but it is worth living and it is worth living all the way to a natural end, or as natural as time will allow you to go through with.
We think the Reaper is a killer, but he is an agent of time. And he is here to collect the most hardy of minutes, the softest of hours, the wildest of seconds, all between the slowest of eternities. Do not take it for granted. Time will catch up, always.