Backstory: Bathing in the current of time 

Before anything had a name, an ancient, teeming broth hummed with life. It clung to rocks, drifted through tides, and stretched itself across warm shores where sunlight soaked through the surface. Life was slowly but steadily sculpted and coaxed into being. Time persuaded, whispered, and nudged everything along like a patient gardener.

Nature moved through time as a flickering presence on wings of wind and memory. Wherever she passed, small wonders stirred. Awkward, experimental, and confused life-forms pulsed. Creatures glowed with their own astonishment and stretched blindly toward a future they did not yet understand.

The gods of time looked down but held no judgment, only record. Everything that ever wriggled, crawled, sprouted, or dared to breathe belonged to their archive.

A beating heart still pulsed for everything that lived and everything yet to become. Its rhythm was a promise to keep going. – L/C