The Timeless Tayl - Serib and The Synarchy of The Two Crowns

Some believe Time has been murdered. What once was linear is now uncertain. The spatial dimensions are adrift and unruled; even Tenses vie to be foremost.

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Others think Time is gravely wounded or missing, and hope yet remains. Constants the same and variables rearranged.

∞Me? Oh, we will meet again as we always do - in this prison that was once my palace.∞Finding herself between your Tayl and my Tale is our Minim; the one you name Serib and I Syrib.