A secret life, independent and forgotten, hiding in the outskirts of a  humanoid society, covered by the leaves of the human mind's autumnal  remnants. She lived colliding with the relativity of out time. She had  seen the lives of the violated begin with their deaths, and She observed  them all, while they travelled on towards the wombs of those to be  scorned, on towards their ends.  It had lived for all eternity and had seen it all, reversed: extinction  of mankind for Her was nothing more than the beginning of our lives,  reflected in Her thousand eyes: the struggles of the puppet race on the  ball of dust, floating counterclockwise around a ball of light, they  fearfully named Sun.  She remembered how She laughed at them, while She travelled forth,  towards the beginning of their time.  In the aeons that had passed She had seen the universe implode, and  start its travel back towards this nothingness it awaited. Balls of dust  and light travelled on towards the empty centre. Awaiting to be  transformed into waves of unknown energy.  When She was younger, still an Ancient Queen, She leapt from star to  star to discover the eternal secrets. But Her exploration went no  further than this earth, where She rested and observed the manipulative  breed. And although She was reversed in time and thus invisible to them,  they began to feel Her presence and started worshipping the "thing".  She remembered how She laughed at them, when She discovered their small  capacity to understand any truth.  How entertaining they had been, fighting, laughing, crying. But their  race was soon extinct evolving into primitivity. And at this point it  was only a matter of Her time, to see this system fall into the claws of  the maelstrom of the great implosion. And soon it will disappear, and  She knew with all Her divine brains that it was also Her time do die and  disappear. And everywhere time has ceased existance.