Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil.
The darkness heralds only one thing.... the end of time itself.
There is a gap in the fabric of reality. You can see into time itself. And it hurts.
I looked into time, old man.
and i heard it...calling to me
Drums...
The never-ending drums
A rhythm of four. The heartbeat of a time lord.
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