VII - An epilogue

While Time smiles some more, content in his deceptive inviolability, a young bluebell-blue witch finds it boring to sit in a garden amongst bluebells and pretend to fit in.

Bluebells are pretty but not very intelligent, and their conversations tend to center on the bees tickling their bells during fertilization.

Fed up with the steamy yet repetitive subject, the witch leaves her flowery garden in search of adventure. She soon finds it in the form of a young, red-haired shepherd whose blue eyes match her own coloring. The eyes are invisible though: He is asleep in a field amidst his grazing flock.

The witch sits down beside him, picks a blade of grass (the grass immediately turns a vibrant bluebell shade, needless to say), and tickles the shepherd's belly. She has clearly listened to too much talk about tickling lately.

The young man awakes with a start, opens his eyes, and stares at the most beautiful, bluest women he has ever seen. A spark ignites and jumps between his eyes and those of the bluebell witch. Another spark jumps back.

Time, entirely taken by surprise, stands still. Then he stomps his foot, ready to take severe measures against the ongoing usurpation of his free will.

But the witch and the shepherd remain unfathomed by Time's outbreak, too busy exchanging showers of blue sparks and tickling each other. Time watches in growing dismay.

Soon the performance resembles the thing the bees do with the flowers, only more sparkly. Time has seen enough. Disgusted, he walks away and leaves the pair in their timeless blue bubble, determined to tighten his grip on the rest of the universe.

Unfortunately for the universe, he stands to his word.

Up until today, only bluebell witches and their shepherds are allowed to cheat Time.

And some authors...

But Time is a sore loser and will wait for the perfect time to cheat back. Suddenly, these authors will be... OLD — and sneaky as he is, Time will work subtly: They will age gradually, a day at the time, year after year. And nothing will be able to stop the process...

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