"Hey, Bookneeders. What do you make of this? I bought it at a soul auction in NeverEverywhereAnywhere after the disbandment of the Grove," Fifer o'clock said holding up a sapphiric stone crystal with a celestine clusters in it with a movable etched silhouette of fire. She handed it to Bookneeders to examine.

"Which you don't deny you were instrumental in?"

"No, I take full responsibility for it. Carrying all those souls JackabyRyan and Oircer took and fed on gave me the power to infect the Grove with their anguish, pain, emotion and great suffering. The feeling was such an impactful event that I was able to use JackabyRyan's MevoMastery of manipulating emotions toward him and the Grove. Oircer was more collateral damage than anything. I hate it had to be that way for him, but he was too weak to fight the Grove. But it cost me a friend and my health for a bit."

"How's Wolfcange?" Bookneeders asked staring at the stone crystal.

"He seems to be doing well part time in the Death Storyteller realm filling in for a fellow blacksmith who's been away for a while. I do miss him. Now about this stone crystal."

"Ah, yes. I'm not sure. It has a shapely form whatever it is inside. It looks cosmic, galactical. I don't know maybe some spherical properties," Bookneeders shrugged, raising an intrigued brow, handing the stone crystal back to Fifer o'clock.

"Hmm, I was going to trade it or barter. But something tells me I should hold onto it. I don't know about the figure or shape being cosmic, not saying I believe in that sort of thing, the existence of something out there greater than us, but I can't know or prove or disprove it. Just not sure. What do I know," she said letting out a little breathy laugh loosely referencing the Agnostic part of her being an Idiosyncratican citizen.

Time-Leaf Masters Emith, Isargat, Sheatry, Ackriel, Desiline, Anitra-Aquinon were full-bodied, walking, breathing plant life. Their vacuoles had multiple smaller clockwork hearts inside bigger clockwork-cells with leaves and branches growing out of it. They managed the stories of time and its timelines on nature's level not cosmic. Each of their vacuoles were filled with water containing the inorganic and organic molecules of the smaller clockwork hearts. The six of them were medical practitioners, too. Often using their leaves for medicinal purposes for those who came to their clinic for healing, cure, treatment and at times mental health counseling.

They communed with nature in the Death Storyteller realm's National Park Desert. It was also a perfect place where nature and the cosmos connected. The stars were bright in the sky. Each of their biological clocks were circadian rhythms helping them control their daily life functioning. The seasonal turn of their leaves added color to the night's ambience. For a while their time stopped as Teerkedas's spirit was stuck in the ebb of space and time. This interrupted their standard life balance. "What did Sheriff Warselight do to me? How dare she not tell me her true identity? For three years, she held onto that secret. Liar... a liar who's been helping me try to find my mother's murderer. Or has she? Maybe she's been stringing me along for the thrill of it. A friend? I don't now anymore," he said in subconscious thought. He didn't know where or if he'd land there on Earth. The gravitational pull of the planets and stars was his guide. He felt himself getting closer to the sun causing gases and dust to form, giving him a glowing coma and tails like a comet.

When he hit the ground on Earth, it made the ground shake, it sounded like a soulful growl permeating like a songful echo sobbing between serenity and suffering as if the outer limits of outer space had landed there. His spiritual being had fragmented making it meteoric in nature, burnt but still not connected physically to the physical world. He moved on Earth like a solar wind so multi-layered that it sounded like plasma waves in whistler-mode and dispersive frequencies making an extremely fast spinning chirping sound. He could hear the voices of the Time-Leaf Masters like whispering energies of nature guiding him to the Grey trees.