"Ah," the acknowledgment rolls off its tongue in an almost songlike manner and an unsettling but not particularly dangerous smile crawls over its lips. That trail of blood drips, drips, drips until it curves down its chin and disappears. It looks upward, recalling memories. "I remember times when nomadic life was common among humankind. The world was small."

It has time, and plenty, to quest for those things of interest to it. Everyone fears and everyone dreams, it's not about to run out anytime soon. "Time changes us all."