C88 Time

As spring gave way to autumn, time slipped by swiftly, like a gentle hand in the darkness, subtly shifting the stars while we were lost in reverie.

...

A year later.

A man clad in coarse clothing stood in the field, toiling away at the land. The relentless sun scorched the earth, and sweat streamed down his neck, soaking the back of his shirt.

He plowed with vigor