Scars
Everything corrodes with time.
That wooden path that you remember climbing down to the beach on as a kid has been replaced with rot and moss and dust. Your parent's marriage has become a divorce. That photograph of your grandfather has turned sepia and is fraying at the edges and those blue mittens you loved at one time are now being viciously devoured by the greedy moths that lurk in the storage basement. They're hole-y now. This earth will crumble and crack under the weight of father time. He will destroy all who do not obey. All who do not bow before them, he shall burn. Time heals no wounds, he creates them.
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