You are standing in a new chamber. It glows. Rooms appear, simple room and complex ones. Like veins appearing on alabaster skin, the vast chamber is a being of moods and changes.

The only constant of this place, if indeed a "place" it can be called is one inscription. It would on the Gates, if there were any Gates to be mentioned. The inscription reads:

Tempus Fugit.

I feel like the Emperor in my New clothes.

*laughs*

I don't know why I posted this, but I felt it time for a new Chamber. *Looks at the dragon above him* I have had this avatar since 2004. I personally thought I would never change it.

*Shakes head.* I also thought I would never change.

*Puts hand on Dragon* You have served me well. Rest here. You have more than earned it.

*The Dragon roars and soars further upward. Until the light becomes blinding. And is gone*

Use it well. Anyone who wants to. Needs to.

*Looks up, squinting a bit*

"Time flies."

*Rises into the air. Smiling*

And so do I.

*Leaves the new Chamber. To others who want to write about change.*

*i have nothing more to say here*