Soon after Kurpakia restricted Chrollo's nen, he finally resumes his main goal, to take back the crimson eyes of his fallen brethren, yet his mission comes to a halt when something unexpected happens, something that not even his scariest nightmares...
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Time, though entirely constructed by man, was also one of man's greatest downfalls.
Humans limit themselves and the world around them with the construct, completely making a red thread of time to live by, despite time being objective and not static.
Humans chose such a way to live, creating a mental pathway in which certain events should pass by how much specific measure has passed since one's birth.
From the moment of conception to the moment that fresh air makes its way to an infant's lung, the theoretical timeline of that human has already begun, counting the seconds as they increase forevermore until that specific hourglass of life runs out.
Until death takes their hand and guides them into the unknown beyond life, and even further, beyond that very concept of time.
Yet, despite the sand running thin and eventually no longer being pulled by the fate of gravity, the other hourglasses that have tilted at other times, their specific sands pass at different speeds and different rates, causing some to fall slower and others to sink further into their sand pits as they collect more and more particles of sand with each passing day, making ever life-changing decisions which leads to ever-lasting events which tamper with their own hourglass, rather sabotaging themselves or preventing themselves from doom too soon.
Each being is capable of such actions, such decisions, yet in some cases, certain events and enough power and will, can be even enough to pause the hourglass and in extremely rare, but possible, occasions, It can even be rewritten.
The air smelled sweet.
Those were the first thoughts running through her head right before her eyes gained enough strength to flutter open, stinging slightly at the blits of blinding light that seeped through the cream-colored sheer curtains of her bedroom window.
Inhaling the scent once more, her eyes fixed themselves on the ceiling of her bedroom, her eyes landing on the detailed crowning that was elegantly carved into the corners of her bedroom ceiling, curved as if they were soft waves roaring silently against the smooth white ceiling that laid behind those details.
