“Not now”, he moaned.
He’d rested there for a billion years, waiting.
‘Is it time?’ a whisper manifested in his mind?
“Not now”, he said quietly as he looked down at the solitary green and blue spinning globe.
All he had ever known was to watch. He’d watched as the great fires turned the atmosphere black, he’d watched as the bright white flames turned to brown earth, he’d watched as the seas formed and the land broke apart. He’d watched for an eternity.
‘Is it time?’ the weak murmur asked.
“It’s time”, he replied.