Once, there was a man who could travel through time.
He moved freely between past, present, and future.
Time looped and twisted, each cycle a trap he struggled to escape.
He knew the shortcuts, the tricks to dodge the pitfalls,
Yet somehow, he still walked straight into them.

Once, there was a man who shared his mind with a beast.
They wielded power that could shake foundations and challenge the gods.
He thought the pain made him strong,
But he was wrong.

The beast found a door, opening up worlds beyond anything he had dreamed.
He leapt, and in doing so, he found himself.
Love tempered his power, made it his own.
He was not just a beast—he was something more.
He learned that he could heal.

The man who was once a beast met the time traveler.
He recognized the cycles that trapped his friend, the same cycles he knew too well.
The man who was once a beast understood what it was to hurt.

The man who was once a beast became something different, something more.
He knew transformation wasn’t easy. It was messy, painful, endless.
He knew his friend, the time traveler, would hurt, and he promised to be there.

Together, the beast and the time traveler stepped into the unknown.
They had no maps, no warnings of what lay ahead.
But they moved forward.

Because that was the only way to heal.