"Yes, you are very clever."
"If one truly became all-knowing and all-powerful, comprehending every affair past, present, and future, leaving not a single mystery in the universe—would that not be true tedium? There would be no distinction nor meaning in living or in dying."
"Indeed, as they say: 'Great wisdom seems foolish.'"
"You must have heard Sauron say that."
"Yes, a concise yet apt summary."
"Sir, continue your record; I will not disturb you further."
"I wish you a pleasant life."
Emmon's figure gradually faded into nothingness.
The River of Time also vanished without a trace.
As a conceptual existence, it had no form from the start.
It was merely the poetry and dreams of myriad lives that granted it a beautiful galactic shape.
Amid waves, the Time Castle was enfolded into the pages of the years.
Within the castle, the light rasp of a pen upon paper seemed to sound.
From mosquitoes to True Gods, from all living beings to the clans of the universe,
