Indents

Once upon a time, there was a lonely black cell, trapped in a lonely space, filled with lonely people. One of those was a man—no, not a man. A legend; a savior; a destroyer; a teacher; a deceiver; a prophet; a devil; a human—he was all, and more. He sat in his cell, blood covering his fair features. He did not sit alone, however. His neighbor was far more ordinary than he was: a child, no, a human child. Tufts of gentle brown hair sat crowned him for what he was—utterly normal. The man laughed; a mad, hysterical laugh; a laugh of a man who had seen far more than he was ever intended to.

“It seems we will be here for a while. Listen, then, my child. Listen, for a story I have, and what a story it is. Listen carefully, for time is not unlimited.” At this, the child seemed delighted, but even his adolescent mind could sense the implied meaning. He quickly became sad. The man noticed, yet only laughed more. “Will I die here? No, no, my child. I will not die. I will finish, and I will continue. Do not worry. Time is still our ally.”