Time is not a river.
It is a knot.
I have seen what might have been.
The child I never fathered.
The peace I never brokered.
The war I did not start.
They call these visions gifts.
They call them blessings.
They are not.
I forged these while watching myself die a hundred different ways.
None of them noble.
Only real.
The Weaver's Needle — to glimpse what might have saved you.
The Fifth Shadow — to be haunted by your almost-self.
The Silent Hourglass — to stop time. Once. And never again.
The Eye Unblinking — for those always watched… and yet unshaken.
Use them well.
Or don't.
Time forgets either way.