We lived, we died, we will rise again.
And memories, oh memories, will forever be my friends.
How many times have we climbed to the top? How many times have we fallen right down to the bottom? Perhaps it would be too much to say an infinite number of times- or perhaps it would be too little. Whatever the number is, it remains unknown to the world. However many times it has been- no one has been keeping track.
We're destined to lead lives of constant climb and constant fall. Life is not easy, whether you are mortal or immortal, human or something else. Fate is cruel. Destiny is temperamental. Time is impatient and controlling. Very rarely can we escape outward forces and live without hindrance. Very rarely can we escape fear, anger, pain, or malice.
Even a world such as Decalage is plagued by these forces. In a land where magic flows as abundantly as the ocean, in a dimension where the song of the land is pure and undiluted, there exists darkness and destruction. There exists time, the great lord of all creation.
Some go through life with no recognition of the constant battle of the climb and fall. Others go through life with the sole purpose of proving time wrong. For even whilst time controls living, we are in control of our own actions. Perhaps our actions are the only things we truly have control over.
