She is the one, perhaps she has always been the one, the only one for me.
Within me live the cosmos. The grains of sand, a part of me since the beginning, once held unaccountable secrets. But I unravelled each atom within them, the quintillions of particles that form the cosmos, of which you know only a part. Now they listen to me. I made empires rise and fall within a particle at my whim. Enslaving the sand, I gained the knowledge, but it was my wisdom to create the flow of space, the beauty, the brilliance, the lady of my life.Â
I am perpetual, eternal, infinite. I am the architect of existence, and so I envisioned her, conjured her, the sketch of my life: Time. She exists because I lived, she will persist because I am alive. Through her I design the inexorable passage of moments I hence decree, for my creation, my love, be called: Time.
I will sift through the grains forever, because I am the only one who can. And no one but Time is worthy of standing beside me. Only she can come close to understanding what I am and what I can do. I will hold her in my arms and cradle her gently as I weave the rhythm of existence, the grand tapestry of past, present, and future. And she shall perform my symphony, enforcing my will upon this world.