Once, very long ago, Time fell in love with Death while the world was still dark.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Time said.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Death replied.
The longer Time spent with Death, the colder the world grew in the darkness surrounding them. Time and Death memories each other through touch alone, creating an invisible map only the two of them could read.
One day, Patience cried to the Moon for help from the place where she had been frozen by Time. Hearing her cries, the Moon turned her face toward the Sun for the first time to ask him for advice on what to do. Ignited by the passionate desperation in her voice, the Sun set himself afire, scattering stars across the sky in an explosion of light. The Sun and Moon formed an alliance, splitting time in half, each one agreeing to take watch over one side.
When Time and Death saw their story written in the constellations at night, they became enraged by the interference. Time swore to never stop for anyone, and Death promised to come for everyone.
The stars, overlooking everything, watched as Time broke herself into pieces, forever exiled to the present, and doomed to always look back at what had been, certain of only one thing: Death alone remained permanently fixed in the future, always just out of reach. Death could no longer stop Time, and Time could only ever wait for Death to return.
Though separated, Time and Death continued to live together for an eternity, destined to always flow parallel to each other, never touching again, except at the point where Time ends and Death begins.