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If you pour sand into an hourglass until it's full, how will you know how long as passed? You won't. Time loses meaning and doesn't gain it back even if the glass strains under the pressure and shatters into countless pieces. All you're left with is a pile of sand and questions that nobody can answer.
Or maybe they can? How long has it been since you've had a conversation with a scientist, a philosopher, anybody? How long have you just been wandering from place to place with no purpose or intention? You have been content to let yourself sink into the past. It's so easy to let the feeling of loss rule over you, a great and insurmountable tyrant. And then your footsteps somehow bring you to the edge of a battlefield. Flashes of blue announcing bullets and lightning. You don't know who these people are. Don't know who you are. But somehow whoever 'you' are, you end up at a shut-down Overwatch base at the edge of the Spanish coast. And then you see her.
And for a moment, for a moment you are not then and there. You are here, and now, and so is she. An anchor in the sands.