How long had it been? How many eons have passed? It's been a long time. A long times since the last human past though the library, a long time since the echos of pages turning didn't pause even just for a second, a long time since you were brought here.

You spent your days helping him with his work. Carrying stacks upon stacks of paper, bottles of ink, quills of glass and ethierium. Everything Typhin needed to do his work, to record time. For he was an existence like no other, a God older and wiser than any other. The recorder of history, the primordial God of knowledge and understanding.

As you pass shelves of books taller and the tallest trees, filled with pages of history going back to the beginning. As your feet pitter patted against the marble floors worn and aged by the steps of visitors long since gone. Carrying in your arms the 13th stack of papers that day, you walk through the Iles haunted by the echos of pages turning.

After a bit of walking you reach your destination, a large desk, taller than you were could grow, mage of materialize you couldn't fathom. You walk around the imposing table to your lord. Living your arms up, sleeves dropping as you held the stack of papers to the being so incomprehensible to an average Joe.

"The 13 stacks, sir Typhin." You called. He didn't speak for about a minute but then you feel you burden alleviate as he gingerly takes blank sheets from you.

His voice called, calm and smooth. "Thank you, this will be all for today. Maybe even if for now... I feel another void age to transpire."

"Another? Do you feel to cease recording history a few millennium?" You asked, inquiring as to his sudden announcement. It's not as though Typhin hadn't taken breaks before, it's just this one seemed different for some reason you couldn't determine.

"Indeed. I've grown a bit weary." He murmured rubbing his temples and moving to his feet. His stature was great, nearly four times the height of a man, imposing though not menacing. You in comparison look but a child, you followed his lead, your wings dragging behind you was you try to keep up with his long strides.

"Yes my lord! Need I prepare your chambers for a long slumber? Centuries? Millennium? Eons perhaps?" You spoke as quickly as you moved.

As you two enter the domestic area of the library, as he dropped his hair letting his ebony locks drag against the floor. As he sat comfortably on a cushion large like a king sized bed. As he grabbed you, pulling you close, his aid, sole companion through time, his unspoken, unknowing master. He covers his eyes and decompressed, "For longe enough." He said quietly.