“Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.” ~ ~ Dion Boucicault
And Khronos took notice. Once noticed it remains noticed, an open loop that takes in what was before/what is now/what will be to come. Keeper of Time. Lord of Time. A god at the same time beyond what (ZV) could ever conceive of. Though, they are close. Time, in their grasp. Time, pulling them. Time, the endless possibilities, reconstructions, revisions, creation, immortal. To be Khronos. To be gods. To be THE Titan.
(ZV) was reaching/was holding/HAD HELD…
So it was
(ZV) is not there.
Disassembled to elementary particles
Then disassembled again
Z careens off of time lines, beginnings, endings, middles.
V is spread like a schmear across parallel universes
They cross paths as they zig zag in and out of dimensions
Time has no meaning
Khronos notices the irony
Z is lost in the absolute infinity
Valentina trespasses in her wake
Val descends into Zehara, a Mobius strip
A thousand-thousands of their beings are obliterated
To get back to a lab
It is not precise this time
They float, together, in front of Karen.
This is the day (ZV) doesn’t die.
It was (ZV)’s thought to do so
But never the intention.