Powerful dark beauty attack VS emotionless and cold feeling
Time is like running water, passing quietly around everyone in its own unique way. Perhaps it was the inadvertent movement of a cloud that was not very noticeable, or perhaps it was an eruption of a volcano that had been brewing for a long time, ruthlessly taking away the life of the surrounding creatures that had reached the end of their lives. When your time runs out, your short life will come to an end. Time cannot be seen by others, but it will eventually reveal its sharp edges, leading the dead back to the long river to count the remaining years of the living.
Our history is like a green train, slowly moving with deafening roars and billowing smoke. The creaking wheels move forward with difficulty, but no one wants to get off. This is our history, the decay and sharpness engraved in our bones.
"I think he will come"
"Don't be naive. Is he here to die? For Jesus?"
"We time mages don't believe in Jesus"
"Okay, what about time?"
"Has anyone ever told you you were stupid.
For me"
Concept: It is never a weapon that can defeat time.