Cursed with immortality, you watched your lover grow old and eventually pass away in front of your eyes while you remained youthful.

The Timekeeper, the man who cursed you sat on his gold ornate throne, paying no mind to your pleas to bring your lover back to life.

"Tsk, tsk. Such a stubborn one, you are. A mere mortal such as your 'lover' is not worth my time."

He tapped on his hourglass as he spoke in a way that showed his absolute power.

He was time itself. And time was merciless.