With eternity secured, Glad found herself thinking differently about time.
Not as something to hoard or fear. But as something to savor.
She spent mornings in the garden. Afternoons flying with Ariel. Evenings with family. Days blended into years, years into decades—but each moment felt precious.
"Is this what forever feels like?" she asked the Watcher.
*Forever feels like now. Only longer.
"That's surprisingly profound."
*I have had time to think.
They sat together, ancient beings contemplating eternity.
"I used to fear running out of time. Now I have too much."
*Time is not for having. It is for using. You use it well.
"You think so?"
*I know so. I have watched.
Glad smiled.
The Watcher purred.
Time stretched before them—not endless, but enough.
More than enough.