[MING RESIDENCE]
The thing about time wasn't how fast it flew, but the remnants and aspects that it lingered through for too long that they became memories. Some even became things that many referred to as his prey for lack of better words. Maybe because they were not memories limited to one person. It was an uprising on its own and time had always played both fair and unfair. Even if through all the seasons it had been constant. Perhaps it all depended on how a person perceived what was right before them, no?
