I must master The Siblings of Time:
Brother One, The Day, rushes forth in a fury of wind, and I
brace myself until he passes. But I
must run into that wind and fear not of his tackling blow; I must take on the
day intrepidly.
Brother Two is The Hours who slings knives at me from across
the room. I count them furiously, enduring slashes -- I must pluck them by the
blade from mid-air.
I am in love with the Sister of Time. I cover and coddle her, begging her
never to leave me. But there is a limit to the span of our tryst - I must, I
will, plant the seed of my immortal memory within her consciousness.
