A/N: Here's a little baby teaser for you guys. I'm really excited about this new story. It's been bouncing around in my head for a while now and I have lots of funny (I think) ideas. So, while this prologue may feel a bit heavy, just know I'm planning for this story to be mostly a comedy.

The title comes from the first line of "I Am the Walrus" by the Beatles.

HUGE SHOUT-OUT TO SINJAZZ FOR THE AMAZING FANART NOW FEATURED AS THE COVER PIC!!! Love you, babe!!!

Enjoy and review!

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Sailor Moon and all characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

"They are running out of time."

Her voice echoed around them in the space, lingering with the gravity of her words and mingling with the mist. The air was thick and cold, devoid of all other sound, the only light seemingly emitting from the woman. The atmosphere pressed against them with a sense of urgency in the darkness as the reality of the future began to settle before them.

They stood beside each other, two statuesque forms, godlike in both appearance and demeanor, as they gazed along the cloudy lines of time.

"Yes. If we do not interfere soon, the future may be lost to the impending threat." Her dark hair glowed faintly in the dim light, slightly reflecting a regal shade of emerald as she took a step toward her mistress.

"Then I know what I must do." The first figure spoke again, with determination, her tone tinged with sorrow. A single tear brimmed within her silver eye and escaped down her cheek, leaving behind a crystal gleam on her pearly skin.

"No, please," the second begged. "You have very little strength left."

The shimmering goddess dismissed her companion's concern. "I have yet enough for this."

"You must conserve it should they need you in the future," she appealed. "Let me go instead."

"You know as well as I that you must remain here." Her words were full of reproach, but her voice was kind, a doleful smile capturing her idyllic features. "Keep to your post, my dear friend. And if they should need me, they will have you in my place."

Resigned by both her mission and her station, the second relented and watched as the first drew her hands to her breast, her chin tucked low along her slender neck. The last remaining energy of her spirit gathered in her hands brilliantly as the queen became pellucid, the orb growing brighter as she steadily faded from existence.

"Please," she whispered with her final breath, "bring them together. Let them see each other. Grant them the fulness of their power as two become one."

The guardian witnessed the transition of her mistress from spirit to energy and stared after the light as it receded rapidly before disappearing from her sight altogether.

"Please," she echoed, "let this be worth it."