The blank, white space was suddenly inhabited by someone.
That someone was a figure cloaked in flowing, black cloth, which seemed to flow and billow around like a living creature, despite there being no wind, or any other kind of force that would elicit that reaction, in the chamber.
The figure took a gold rimmed pocket watch from its left shirt pocket, and stared at the symbols swirling around behind its glass like a school of guppies that were trapped in an whirlpool of ethereal blue and purple.
"Any minute now..." The figure muttered to itself as it gently put the watch back into the pocket and bent its head down, giving the impression it was deep in thought.
A few short heartbeats later, a small humming sound started, seemingly from the centre of the room, and gradually filled the empty space within the white void with a noise that reminded the figure of vibrating metal.
As the humming reached its crescendo, the figure looked back up expectantly, and was not dissapointed as a clockwork monstrosity of gargantuan proportions crawled out from one of the infinite white points in the background.
The golem was a rusty-brown colour, comprised of gears and pulleys and other incomprehensible mechanisms, all turning and moving about to fulfil the purpose of the organs they were made to replicate, producing the humming sound aforementioned. The golem's spot of green in the middle of its forehead turned down towards the figure, who was looking at the massive compilation of brass in the centre of the golem's grotesque chest.
"Very... interesting," the figure said.
The golem gave off two long puffs of steam from the two holes beneath its luminescent eye.
"That sounds painful." The figure creaked its neck. "You've changed a lot, old friend."
The tower of scrap emmited a sound that reminded the figure of a snort, albeit in a snort from a entity of the size and mass of a religion.
"Heh. I see that your sense of humor hasn't changed a single bit after all these these millennias, though." The figure sighed, and shook its head condescendingly. "Pity."
Ignoring the high pitched whines coming from the machine, the figure took back out its watch and consulted it again, before blinking. "Oh dear."
The mechanical behemoth stopped its incessant complaining, and gave a questioning beep.
"Someone's been messing with time again." The figure sighed once more, put the instrument back into his pocket, and tilted its head to look into the tower of scrap's eye.
"Well, it's been nice, meeting you for the first time in five eons, nno matter how brief that time might have been." The figure stretched its hands out in front of it. An semi-transparent interface, filled with the same hieroglyphs as in the watch, manifested from between them.
As the figure read the readings on the screen, it said to the machine, "Well, I've got to be off soon. Say hello to the deer for me, tell Yahweh and the Scarlet child-rapist they're assholes, and help me ask Gautama for another game of chess."
The clockwork god gave out a deep whine, nodded its head, and, in a span of the same few heartbeats it took to arrive, disappeared, taking its constant Hum with it.
The figure, now alone in the empty opening, stared deeply into the interface. It then sighed.
"Well, it looks like I'm off to England."
An eyeliner later, the Grand Warlock known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore opened his eyes, and, from deep within those twinkling blue pupils, the Problem-Solver known as Nobody stared out into the hospital wing in Hogwarts of the Magical World of 1993.
End
Just a concept I Wan-ted to mess with.
~Thick Soup