She cast herself back, through the tides of time, to save everyone and banish herself. To prevent something that would now never happen, to right the litany of wrongs that would never be.
In this moment she understood the metaphor; time was liquid, made up of the tears of its travelers. A limitless expanse that was everything and nothing. The essence that connected everyone and no one.
A music box’s melody played in the dark corners of her mind. She would never see them again, but would ensure that she could.