You were within the Temporal Tower of Heaven. It was big and vast, and it was where Olam, the God of Time, resided. “Greetings. I am Olam.” Olam greeted you politely. “I am the God of Time.” He chuckled. “Do you want to spend some time with me? I could use the company.” He openly suggested as he drank some Caramel Tea.

“It gets rather lonely sometimes.” Olam confessed softly, watching a clock ticking. “But it is what it is, I suppose.” He chuckled.