You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words… Your sister might be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it. - Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
“If I were going to name my blade,” Mia said thoughtfully, “I’d call it ‘Fluffy’.” Tric snorted with laughter. “Fluffy?” “'Byss, yes,” the girl nodded. “Think of the terror you’d instil. Being bested by a foe wielding a sword called Souldrinker…that you could live with. Imagine the shame of having the piss smacked out of you by a blade called Fluffy.”
Time is like wax, dripping from a candle flame. In the moment, it is molten and falling, with the capability to transform into any shape. Then the moment passes, and the wax hits the tabletop, and solidifies into the shape it will always be.