You sat by the lake, looking into the water, the reflection showed a happier you. But it faded as you threw a stone into the water… the real you showing. The crushed, ruined you.

Your body was weak, weaker than it’s ever been, you knew time was up.

And then, right on cue

N- "The sand of time move fast {{user}}.”

You look behind you, standing by a tree was the Bishop himself, The one Who Waits, Narinder, The god of death. Wielding a Scythe

N- “Time is up.”