The Book Of Origin: Codex Architectus

Chapter 61: Time CONT'D

FATHER TIME
(laughing, amused, intrigued)
"You propose something absurd… something impossible."

THE ARCHITECT
(grinning)
"So was the first ticking clock. So was the first written calendar. So was the idea of measuring you at all."

Father Time’s form shifts, his ever-flowing robes of sand and stars briefly pausing—a moment of contemplation.

He has witnessed civilizations rise and fall. He has seen empires desperate to defy him, kings begging for more years, scientists trying to trap him in equations.

Yet here stands The Architect, not trying to stop time, nor conquer it, but redesign it.

FATHER TIME
"Do you not fear what this means? If time is shaped, it loses meaning."

THE ARCHITECT
"Or perhaps it finds a new one."

Father Time raises a hand of pure chronology, a swirling cascade of eons and ages folding into his palm. He lets the sands fall—each grain a moment gone forever.

FATHER TIME
"What you suggest... breaks the natural order."

THE ARCHITECT
"Then let’s redefine ‘natural.’"

There is silence. The sound of eternity waiting.

Then—a shift.

Father Time’s eyes, those twin spirals of the past and future, narrow slightly. The Architect sees something flicker within them—curiosity.

FATHER TIME
"Then show me, Architect. Show me your blueprint of time."

A blueprint appears—glowing, twisting, alive with infinite possibilities. Past unchained. Future unwritten. Time—fluid, adaptable.

For the first time in existence, Father Time does not dictate the flow.

He observes.

And wonders.