From Point to Line

In the land where no one knew of age, people lived. They lived with no history, no power, no progress. They were only born one moment and then became like all others. Ever children. And so when they died, no one remembered and no mourning ensued. And after that, others were born, ever children, with only space, no spacetime. And that was until outsiders arrived and told them of time, and so the bloodshed of continuity began.

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