His time was long, or so it was perceived to be. Emerging with a wooden cube in hand, Velus stared out into the sky, pondering it and the existence beneath and beyond it. So many ideas filled his mind, each of varying detail and inspiration. It was like a soft aroma, wafting within his cranium to give him sensations of deep emotional reflection and knowledge. These creatures, this town named Marind Bell, the plains around it, and all infinitely beyond it were all part of his little collection of thoughts; he aspired for the infinity of the world to be within its finite bounds. Certainly this was a contradiction, but he did not care. Velus Sairus sought its knowledge as much as possible.
Imagination