The Space-Time River flows quietly.
Here, there is no day or night, no seasons, only the eternally unchanging silver waves formed by fragments of endless time.
Every wave could signify the birth of a world.
Every tide could mark the end of an Epoch.
Amidst this ancient, unchanging expanse of silver, a leaf-black skiff gently sways with the waves.
It seems to be the only dark color in this bright sea, both solitary and perfectly harmonious.
Three slender yet sturdy fishing rods are lined up at the bow, their lines dipping into the unfathomable Sea of Time.
A furry little squirrel sits between two figures, one in black and one in white.
Its posture is incredibly focused, with eyes as clear as amber, fixed unblinkingly on its own fishhook, fearing to miss the slightest movement.
"Heavenly Venerate."
The little squirrel's mouth wasn't idle, as it kept its eyes on the hook and casually asked.
"How come you have time to wander around the Space-Time River?"
