Watcher

“Here we are, at the eleventh hour.” _A strange woman standing in the clocktower, watching the world end._ _Seconds, minutes, hours, days; the flow of time inexorably drags us all towards a vast and unknowable sea. Will you let it carry you in darkness, squinting against the sting of its spray? Will you rage against its currents, fighting to make as much headway as you can before you’re overtaken? Or will you choose, as some, to stare wide-eyed at this swirling torment and become enraptured by it?_ ***Watcher is from Oneshot.***