Madness string 83059

Random mermaid
We are amidst strange beings, in a strange land. The flow of time itself is convoluted, with heroes centuries old phasing in and out. The very fabric wavers, and relations shift and obscure. There's no telling how much longer your world and mine will remain in contact.

I'm starting to view them as blind old men bickering over nonsense and having little people running around their feet and occasionally telling them stories about the world in exchange for not being stepped on.