Mrpumpkin09

In this world, those spires of light controlled all. Gatekeepers. Timeweavers. The Unbidden Ones. God. They had many names and many titles. However in the inevitable end no one really knew what they were or acknowledge their abiding, ubiquitous existence within perception of time. And they would never know. For they had perished before the great grandfather clock had struck the 12th hour. A bellowing melody that shook the heart, the laughter of chimes, and they were gone. A perfect purification that took place within a fraction of a second, a rapid stream of film that flashed with many colors and faint memories, ending before the eyes of