THE TIMEMAKERS

Dimension: SfaD
Author: Peter Matthew Check
Date: 26 September, 2025

"Who says only men have to fight for love?"

The TimeMakers

In the mist of an ancient city of demigods, where stone towers touched the sky and clocks ticked in a rhythm mirroring the beat of human hearts, lived the TimeMakers. They were beings of nebula and stardust, created long before man first looked upon the sun. Their task was to weave the threads of time, to maintain the flow of days and nights so that the world would not lose its rhythm. But one of them, named Kael, held within her a spark of rebellion.

Kael was different. While the other TimeMakers worked in silence, with the precision of clockwork, she asked, “Why must we only guard time? Why can’t we change it?” Her words echoed through the stone corridors, but the answer from her peers was always the same—silence. “Time is sacred,” they said, “and change could destroy everything.”

Why did Kael ask such questions? For a simple reason. She had fallen in love. With an angelic being so close to her. Her heart burned with longing, but there was a celestial problem. The angelic being, named Nathael, was dying. He was dying from a rare disease among angels. And because Kael, one of the TimeMakers, was a demigod, she decided to save her love. She decided to separate time for herself and Nathael and to spend eternal love with him in a luminous parallel dimension, without past or future. A love in the pure present of a moment, of time stopped. She knew that to succeed, she had to break time. And she was willing to do anything for it. Truly anything.

This didn't mean taking time from people. It meant stealing time for herself and Nathael. Kael believed it was possible, and that she could do it. She was, after all, one of the TimeMakers.



One day, as Kael was walking past the Great Clock—a giant luminous mechanism whose cogs controlled the flow of years—she saw something unusual. On a wall, hidden behind centuries of dust, a symbol was engraved that she had never seen before. A circle with three arrows, one pointing up, a second down, and a third to the side. Kael touched the symbol and suddenly found herself in a different era.

It was a world of chaos. The sky was black, the sun had vanished, and the earth was covered in cracked soil where no grass grew. People ran in a panic, their watches showing different times, as if time itself had collapsed. Kael quickly understood that someone—or something—had disturbed the balance that the TimeMakers guarded so carefully. She returned and decided to find an answer, because it could be a clue, a guide, and a way to break time for her and Nathael.

Her intuition led her to the archive, where all the threads of time were stored—thin strands of light, each representing one moment of existence. There, she came across an old book whose pages were written in a language no longer used. The book spoke of the "Dividers," a group of former TimeMakers who had rebelled and wanted to split time into infinite possibilities so that everyone could live according to their own rhythm. This was exactly what Kael wanted!

With immense excitement, she read the entire book and learned that their plan had completely failed, and after the botched experiment, a devastatingly broken world was all that remained.

Kael knew she had to find the Dividers. They were the key to the success of her mission to break time. Using the symbol on the wall, she transported herself to the past, to a time when the Dividers still existed. She met their leader, an old TimeMaker named Varis, whose eyes glowed with gold and knowledge. Varis explained to her that their goal was not to destroy time, but to free it from the shackles of predetermined fate. "Time should be free," Varis said, "but our power and our understanding were not sufficient."

Kael decided to join forces with Varis. Together, they began to work on a new mechanism—the Time Weaver, a machine that would allow them to change the flow of time without breaking it. The work was very demanding. Every strand of time had to be carefully interwoven to maintain balance. But Kael’s plan had one flaw she hadn't anticipated: how to prevent the chaos that could ensue if the mechanism broke?

Meanwhile, the other TimeMakers learned of her plans. They branded her a traitor and sent hunters to stop her. Kael and Varis had to work in secret, hiding in caves beneath the city. When the Time Weaver was completed, Kael activated it. For a moment, it seemed that everything was working—time slowed down, began to crumble and split, and people could live according to their own rhythms.

But then, something went wrong.

Time began to break. The past mixed with the present, the future intertwined with days long gone. Kael understood that her experiment had caused a catastrophe greater than the one the Dividers had once caused. Varis warned her: "We have to stop it, or time will cease to exist." Together, they set off back to the core mechanism of the Great Clock, which governed the time of the entire universe, to reset it. With this reset, everything was supposed to return to normal.

Their journey was full of obstacles. Each step led them to a different era—one moment they found themselves in a prehistoric past, another in a future that had not yet come to be. The exit from this temporal labyrinth was complicated, but Kael, thanks to her demigod nature, managed to find a way out.

Finally, she and Varis stood before the Great Clock, the basic mechanism of all things, but the hunters were already waiting for them. The battle was short but intense. Kael managed to get to the control panel and reset the mechanism, but at the cost of Varis’s life.

When time returned to normal, Kael found herself alone and heartbroken, for she learned that Nathael had died. While she traveled through time, in her reality, centuries had passed. The wise TimeMakers punished her with exile but let her live forever to remind everyone what happens when balance is broken. Kael settled on the outskirts of the city of Gods and every day she looked at the Great Clock, pondering the consequences of her reckless act.

And so the TimeMakers continued their work, tending to the flow of time, while Kael's story became a legend—a tale of how one of the demigods wanted to free time for herself, but ultimately fought to ensure that time remained time, governed by the Great Clock.

Love is the main driving force that propels the heroine forward, yet it becomes the source of her greatest tragedy. In the end, Kael is punished paradoxically with what she desired most: immortality—but without the one she wished to share it with. Her eternity becomes an endless reminder of her mistake.

We can perceive this song🎶 and its lyrics, in connection with Kaela's story, as her strong desire for what is sung about to happen. To break time - for her and for him, so that it is over and yet there is more than enough of it.

Kael’s Eternity

On the edge of the city of demigods, where the mists of ancient ages mingled with the hushed sighs of the wind, Kael sat upon a crumbling stone throne, its surface veiled in the cobwebs of time. Her eyes, once ablaze with the spark of defiance, now reflected the weight of eternity—endless, cold, and solitary. Love, which had once driven her beyond the boundaries of fate, had become her heaviest burden: she had burned for Nathael, the angelic being with wings of starlight, and yet destiny had condemned her to live forever without him. The paradox of her punishment was cruel—she had been granted what she desired, eternity, but without the heart meant to fill it. Thus Kael, the Weaver of Time, now only a silent guardian of shadows, spent her days in a melancholic dance with the ages.
Each morning, as the fog over the city lifted like a veil of forgetting, Kael wandered through the garden of halted moments—a place where time had left the imprints of its fleeting steps. The trees stood motionless, their leaves forever green, as if refusing to yield to the autumn of ages. Kael touched their bark, rough-hewn by solitude, and whispered to them stories of Nathael—of his laughter that rang like the melody of stars, of his eyes that concealed the secrets of the heavens. “Why could I not protect him?” she asked, but the only reply was the whisper of the wind carrying back echoes of her guilt.
In the garden bloomed flowers whose petals mirrored the past. In each of them Kael saw flashes of her life: the moment she first beheld Nathael dancing in the mist, his wings lighting the darkness; the time when they dreamed together of an eternity without limits; and then that fateful instant when the Time Weaver collapsed beneath the weight of her pride. These images haunted her like cruel reminders that the love which once drove her had become her prison. Yet Kael gathered these flowers, placing them carefully into a basket woven of stardust, as though she could piece the broken moments back together.
Kael had become the guardian of shadows—an unseen wanderer watching over the city of demigods while the Great Clock ticked tirelessly on. Her steps, light as the breath of forgetting, carried her through the stone alleys where echoes of ancient voices lingered. She would sit upon ruined towers whose peaks brushed the stars, watching as the city slept beneath the shroud of eternity. The people who had once revered the Weaver of Time now called her the Legend of Broken Time—a demigod whose story warned against the desire to defy fate.
Sometimes, in the depths of night, when the stars glowed like Nathael’s eyes, Kael spoke her stories to the darkened sky. “You were my time,” she whispered, her words dissolving into the mist, as though they might cross the gulf between worlds. She imagined Nathael hearing her, his spirit dancing among the stars, and in those moments her heart, broken yet steadfast, filled with bitter solace. Eternity had given her time for regret, but also for memories—the only treasure she could keep.
Where the earth met the void stood Kael’s loom of dreams—a fallen sanctuary where she had once created the Time Weaver. Now she wove only memories, delicate threads of light twining around her fingers like echoes of ancient mistakes. Each thread was a story: one captured Nathael’s laughter, another his touch, a third his final gaze before time carried him away. Kael wove them into tapestries whose colors were as vivid as her sorrow and as eternal as her punishment.
These tapestries were not mere works of solitude—they were prayers Kael sent into the heavens, secretly hoping that one day she might cross the boundary of eternity and find Nathael again. “If love is eternal,” she whispered, “then one day we shall meet again, even if it takes a thousand thousand ages.” Her fingers, once strong and defiant, now trembled under the weight of centuries, yet they never ceased weaving, as though each stitch might draw the impossible closer.
Kael’s eternity was the mirror of her love—endless, solitary, yet unbroken. Each day she walked among the shadows of the city, her steps quiet as the fall of a star, searching for meaning in the punishment that bound her. She bore witness to the changing world—the towers of the demigods crumbling into dust, new stars blossoming in the heavens, time itself, which she had once sought to break, continuing its relentless dance. And yet within herself she found a strange peace, a bittersweet wisdom born of her love for Nathael.
“Love is my time—my time is love,” she whispered as she sat upon her throne, veiled in the mist that concealed her tears. “And though I cannot hold you, I carry you in every beat of my heart.” Eternity was her punishment, but also her gift—it gave her space for sorrow, for memories, for hope that one day, at the end of all time, her threads would once again entwine with Nathael’s wings.
And so Kael, the exiled Weaver of Time, continued her journey through the boundless existence that would never end. The city of demigods slept, the Great Clock ticked, and Kael, forever bound by love, remained a legend—not only a warning, but also a light glowing like hope, the last to die, in the darkness of eternity.

🕘  The Eternal Ending 🕞