Dan Steinbacheron January 11, 2015
The Raven of Grandfather Time functioned as a multichrono metronome, existing not just within all cycles, but as the axle upon which all cycles rotated. As the familiar of an Intangible, creatures of substantial creative cosmic force, she was able to travel freely througout all levels of the Workshop. Today, the wingless Raven had a specific message to deliver to young Revolution.
While she waited for Revolution to pass by (everyone meets the Raven of Grandfather Time, eventually), she passed through a False Dichotomy Field, which ruptured one of her mortal coils. The sounds of the several of her delicate feathergears grinding , the energy being converted into small universe bubbles which floated away harmlessly.
It was nothing that she couldn't handle, although the reverberations of this irregularity had a massive impact on the burgeoning baby universes, giving them a distinctive season of periodic chaos, a purifying fire of discord.
Once things settled and the field had dispersed itself, a swarm of small, obedient imaginables emerged, ready to attend to the Raven's needs. Instantly, a technically trained imaginable noticed her sprung mortal coil, which stubbornly refused to rotate. Applying a Nucleic Helixer, he set about fixing the broken part while the Raven waited patiently. Gently affixing the repaired piece to her shoulder, she gave a thankful thrum of springs and a clockwork tweet. Then, after rotating her beautiful myriad of gears, she spotted Revolution.