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The Infinite Realms remained an expansive location with various elements and landscapes. Floating islands with cottages or ghastly groves or other details were typical. Suspended doorways were frequently leading to pocket dimensions containing ghost lairs.
The majority of the dimension had a captivating green atmosphere, accented with swirls of countless different green hues and the occasional splash of purple or black. Most ghosts stayed in the more luminous territories continuously lit up by the glowing green atmosphere.
Some areas were darker, with minimal light and a lack of the striking colors and sounds that made the rest of the Infinite Realms so lively. Most specters stayed far away, and for a good reason. For even the Ancients couldn't clearly see what was lurking there. Legend had it that Pariah Dark had risen to power under this guise, and countless other menacing figures had done the same throughout history.
In the darkness, a clump of glittering stars became visible. They traversed through the shadows at a steady pace, eventually closing in on a ticking clocktower in the distance.
The stars halted shortly before the threshold of the shadows. They were sprinkled across the attire of a figure, who was sporting a cyberpunk-Esque spacesuit with an opaque glass visor. Teal accents against the black and gray base colors were scarcely perceptible through the darkness.
The suit thoroughly shrouded the mysterious figure, obscuring the rest of their appearance. The figure silently looked upon the clocktower with an unreadable expression. It had been a long time since he had been here.
It wasn't that challenging to bypass the eyes of time. However, that may be because they learned so many of time's secrets. Once upon a time, they and the Ghost of Time had been close, brothers, even. Yet all things must end, as he had discovered that long ago.
The star-speckled apparition started moving again. They continued flitting through the shadows just enough to stay hidden. Luckily, being the Ghost of Space had its advantages. The concept of space was a stimulating notion. Unfortunately, it was inconsistent in the Infinite Realms, specifically in the blackened regions. Not many others knew the secrets of the shadows like he did, not even the Ancients.
Eventually, they approached an obscured entrance to the clocktower. It remained unidentified to even Clockwork. It had been beneficial long ago, and it remained so. For years, he had been watching and waiting for perfect opportunities. He had been the mysterious thorn in the Ancients' sides for years. He'd been causing crises they had to pause their traditional obligations to fix. He had worked to sow seeds of doubt in the Ancients' abilities for years.
The Ancients were too influential. They altered things they had no business changing. They had controlled the Infinite Realms and even the Earth as much as they pleased for too long. They needed to be brought down once and for all.
This was only the beginning. Time was a fickle thing, as Clockwork had clarified multiple times. Moreover, the time stream was fragile. Any single, minor change could cause a catastrophe across the timeline—a paradox.
Perhaps it was time to live up to his name.