Godlessly

For as long as he can remember, there has been a voice in his head. Go find someone. Take her to the future. He didn't know her name, what she looked like, or why it was him. He only knew that his little ability was sometimes ineffective - tearing apart a door, crossing a period of time and space - and he couldn't even earn his next meal. But the world started to go wrong. Something was turning over in the dream. The gods of the old age are turning over underground. Those who should wake up did not wake up, those who should not sleep did not sleep. The Old Gods are sleeping, the Outer Gods have forgotten how to dream, and the Old Ones are being pulled out of their dreams by a pair of invisible hands. There is no god in this city. He stood on the dilapidated covered bridge, with a river behind him that he had exchanged for freedom. The wind blows from the river. He said: Then I will wait for an impossible person.