"Where am I?", asked a black haired teen as he craned his head to look into the swirling red skies above. His clothes were tattered, his mind wrecked by confusion and despair, his spirit broken. The only thing he could have been certain about were his memories and the moment he took his last dying breath.

Time, no matter what one says, will never be fixed at one place. Just like water, time molds itself to its cast. Time is what defines us, it's what we need to get over a traumatic ordeal. Time has no start and no end. Time will be the only thing that can decide when one is birthed to the world and time will be the thing that will mark the same person s departure from this world.