And then, there was light.
And that was a very long time ago—though it might have been just a moment ago.
After all, if the astrologers of Algred were right, the birth of this universe might well have happened only quite recently—although, by the time scales of the countless beings living inside that universe, it could already be “an event from billions of years ago.” But measured against another time scale higher than the universe itself, a span of billions of years is nothing but an insignificant parameter.
Who would dwell on that, though? Certainly not Borno, a fourth-year slacker who was busy finishing his biology thesis and had already squeezed his sleep down to less than six hours a day; he wouldn’t care about “heavenly matters.” The astronomy club next door might care—that’s a different story; their credits were tied to that sort of thing.
Borno hurried across the academy city’s upper promenade, clutching a huge stack of books he’d just borrowed from the library, his steps kicking up a small gust behind him.
He nearly ran into a disheveled, sleep-deprived-looking elven gentleman.
From the body size and those distinctly feline ears, the young man must have been from the Giplo tribe—always a bit careless and hasty.