Shadow Apocalypse

I exist in the gap of time, like a wisp of wind that has not been recorded, a grain of dust that has not been weighed. I can't speak, I can't touch, no one can see me, only dreams open the door for me. I walked along the corridors of history, witnessing the machinations of emperors and generals, witnessing the wild songs of poets and poets, and watching the joys and sorrows of the common people. I can't change their destiny, but I can whisper to them through pictures when they are sleeping. I can't change history, but I have changed a lot.