This procession through eternity presents a grand pageantry whose cycles are as expansive as the epochs. Such cycles are beyond the comprehension of mortals, with their minds pinned to the wheels of minutia. Trust that there are greater concerns beyond the reach of these glinting lifespans that flicker and fade before ever catching a glimpse of the tapestry as it fully unfurls. All the frets and woes of our bedevilling are barely a ripple in the vastness of this ocean and its currents.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.