Time existed; meandered as it flowed.
Awareness was fleeting as aeons passed.
The Dark Dimension was where it began.
The Companion, the Sorcerer Supreme of Now, searched for a way for the multiverse to survive -
and found it through cleverness and stubbornness and courage and willingness to sacrifice.
Time existed; meandered as it flowed.
Awareness had been fleeting as aeons passed.
Titan was where things changed.
The Companion called upon Time again
Searched for a way to survive...
and searched and searched and searched.
Lives lived and loved and lost.
Hundreds, thousands, millions.
Sacrifices made, over and over.
Death - like time - a constant companion.
A consistent result. An inescapable force.
Time came to know these brave, willful, passionate, desperate humans.
The Companion - the one Time accompanied through 1000 deaths
The Fighter-Creator, always reaching toward life.
14,000,605
The Infinity Stones had power, WERE power.
The Gauntlet interfered and eroded their power - corrupted their forces.
If the Stones could feel, they would feel pain, anger, frustration.
If Time could feel, it would feel Rage
If Time could choose, the Mad Titan would cease to exist
In this Time, in all Time, throughout the Multiverse.
Trapped in the gauntlet, Choice did not exist...
Contained... drained... used... destroyed...
Then suddenly, unexpectedly ....Renewed.
Time existed; meandered as it flowed.
Awareness had been fleeting as aeons passed.
No longer.
Time felt the universe twist on itself; felt the echo of fear/pain/frustration.
Felt the resurgence of Life!
Felt the life of its Companion!
Felt the aura of the Fighter-Creator!
Felt the Creation of Connection!
Gathered again, brought together, held gently.
No longer corrupted. Strength not eroded.
Used again - to bring Life.
Used to Create, Rebuild, to Heal.
All of the Multiverses sighed in relief as the Titan turned to dust
Time existed; meandered as it flowed.
Awareness not fleeting
through 14,000,606 lifetimes.
They say "Time heals all wounds"
~ The wounded heart of its Companion
~ The wounded body of the Fighter-Creator
~ The wounded souls of those they loved
Time Chose
A heartbeat slowed.
A family mourned.
A sacrifice acknowledged.
Time Protects
The ones who sacrificed
The ones who died
The ones Time Knew
Time Heals
Dreams shaded green
Family reunited
The Companion no longer alone
Time existed; meandered as it flowed.
Awareness expanded
in a blink of millions of lifetimes.