The City of Timeless Souls
In a distant land, a city lay within the depths of the world, far removed from the other realms. Its name was Temporis, the city of timeless souls. This city had no sun or moon, and the concept of time was non-existent. Hence its name. It was a sanctuary for souls that had lost their paths on earth, providing haven away from any mortal vices or constraints.
Temporis was a realm overseen by Tempos. He, who guided the lost souls, was no ordinary figure but a transcendent being. Exceptionally taller than the tallest man or beast, yet so light in physique, he almost seemed transparent. A shadow radiating uttermost tranquillity, his presence itself was a soothing balm for every lost soul in Temporis.
There lived in Temporis a soul named Zephyr. An ordinary earthling, Zephyr had lost his mortal life in a pitched battle. His soul found solace in Temporis. He made his peace with the course of life and had accepted his timeless existence.
However, his curiosity never waned. Tempos intrigued him. Although the inhabitants were contented in this timeless city, Zephyr saw the eternal melancholy in Tempos' ghostly blue eyes. He made it his quest to decipher the enigma that was Tempos.
Zephyr approached the fathomless being one day. Understanding his intention, Tempos looked at him with the usual tranquillity but added a question. 'Do you want to know who I am, or are you seeking the purpose of this city?', he asked. 'Both!', Zephyr affirmed with a courage he never knew he had.
Thus, began the legend of Temporis and Tempos. The timeless being spoke, his voice more like a soft, powerful wind rushing through empty halls. He had once been an ordinary human, living an unremarkable existence. But death had come to him in the form of a ravaging sickness. What he perceived as an end to a futile life, he later realised, was but a wakeup call.
He woke from death into the timeless city of Temporis. A realm distinct from others. No soul, however, governed it. Consequently, the city plunged into chaotic darkness. The disorder gnawed at him, and he swore to bring order into this endless chaos.
One day, a force from within surged, and Tempos realised that he was the guide Temporis needed. He possessed a unique power to soothe souls, a power that Mors, the Goddess of death, had granted him. He had unwittingly taken on the mantle of the city’s guiding hand, bringing peace and order to countless wandering spirits and souls.
From then on, Tempos reigned over Temporis, ensuring every soul found their peace in the city. The city ran on tranquillity and acceptance, irrespective of the soul's origins or deeds in their mortal lives.
Hearing this unprecedented tale, Zephyr was left in awe. His admiration for the city and its keeper multiplied tenfold. The hope, born out of humility and acceptance, filled his essence. The timeless city had been moulded to be a refuge.
Returning from his meeting with Tempos, Zephyr found himself looking at the city with a new perspective. His outlook was no more confined to the scope of seeking purpose, but it was open to understanding the essence of existence.
The tale of the timeless city had enlightened him to a great extent. He cherished every moment, embracing the unsettling calm the city offered. The unbounded empathy led him to offer comfort to other souls, while he continued to learn the deeper meaning of life and death.
And so, the tale of Temporis, the city of timeless souls, and its keeper, the once-human, Tempos, continued. The city stood as an emblem of peace and tranquillity, a beacon among the unending reality, looped in the cycle of life and death. Zephyr chose to exemplify acceptance and empathy, passing on the tale to every new soul while shadowing the duty of their humble guide, Tempos.