11 TIME, LOVE, AND DARKNESS
I dream of a shallow sea of gray waters and matted green moss-like plants in the tranquil surf and hugging the rocky beach tightly. The air is fetid with the smells of rich decay, that odor that speaks of short-lived generations of life.
Protruding from the foaming waters are the reddened summits of stromatolites, doing their part to pump life-giving and life-destroying oxygen into the air. Crab formed creatures scuttle in the shallow waters, and here and there insect formed things pick their way to unknown destinations. Of the things that crawl and swim within the seas, the most familiar are the trilobites.
The land is barren, for the world is yet millions of years too young for land dwelling animals to develop. It has only been a handful of megayears since
