Time was endless for some creatures, but even the planets had to bow to passing centuries. The creature drifted among the forgotten mountain range where a rainbow of metals slowly washed into the boiling ocean, watching the chaos with a sad smile. As it drifted towards a cliff, a breeze blew golden dust up in greeting. Knowingly, it let deceptively fragile wings embrace the thick air. "Hello, old friend," it whispered. * Commentary: The creature is an 'it' because I asked ten people whether it was m/f and it was a perfect 50/50. I don't know, I just drew the pic, why should I know?