So Maximillion began to think about time. Time, that almighty being possessing all with unlimited power controling everything through the unknown. The majestic being who resided in his hidden palace, observing with boundless potential. What reason does Time have to act, when noone can stand against his almighty power? He hovers in his holy safehaven, watching the world. Stalks carefully and quietly at all times, working his magic unknowingly to all. He ignites his bindful might, and it frights the world. Maximillion was at the mercy of time's power. His mother, drawing to an end, should not have to face this passage alone. many have offered help, but help has been turned down. Her time is here and only by God's intentions shall she return. He believed that she would be saved, but the family and doctored begged to differ. and as stated, the next morning as the sun rose, grim faces gathered on the porch bearing freshly cut tulips and roses. Individuals who would not regularly cared for the passing woman showed their grief and support. Just waiting for that inevitable moment. Grief, that dark unknown being, had cast a shadow over them all.
That's realy depressing...
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