As the world rotates, and the planets navigate their way around the sun, each piece of the universe finds its rhythm and follows it. They travel through all of time and space to find their pattern, but when they find it they never leave. There is never a question raised that this could be the wrong pattern, or that there might be a better pattern. There is just this pattern that the world must follow.
Yet there is one section, only one plane, that remains still. Here, time does not pass, and rain does not fall. Not even the seasons change on this planet. It is as if it has been removed from existence. It is as if this planet, this world, has decided to rebel against the patterns holding the other worlds. To the other worlds, it does not exist.
Then again, what does it mean to truly exist? Is existing acting like the humans on Earth do? Does it mean to stumble around day after day doing the same thing without change? Is it like the Animas on Zekrin who never do the same thing twice? Or is it trapped like the Scarecrow that watches time, but never experiences it himself?
Time is a very confusing thing. There are beings who say that it travels in one continuous line. It travels from start to finish, and when it reaches the end, it begins again. Then there are those beings who believe that time does as it pleases. They believe that time can be manipulated and changed for the intentions of the controller – if only they could know how to do so.
Both theories are, as of now, correct. Both theories are, as of now, incorrect. Until proof that time can or cannot be manipulated is found, the first theory remains solid, but so does the second. For if one cannot be proven false then it cannot be proven correct either. That is where the story begins – with a question that has no answer yet, but a being that will go to the ends of time, space, and existence to find it.