Winx, blew a kiss in the direction of Menopsis. "It seems, my lord, that you encompass many facets of reality at once," Winx said as she hopped off the stand where her cookoo clock was now ticking merrily along, and walked over to her master, "And in order to experience, to savor events as they unfold, you have created me." She courtsied, "I represent linear time, cause and effect, beginnings and endings."<br/><br/>"And if you will let me, you can even be surprised by your creations - Time is all about anticipation, that feeling that something is about to happen, but not knowing what that thing is. The very nature of your request when you created us."<br/><br/>"The beginning," she continued, adjusting her hair, now containing many braided segments, tipped with tiny hour glasses, "is that place in time where we started."<br/><br/>She paused, eyeing her master carefully as she pulled a long black pin from the mix of braids and strands of hair . She didn't know if he was testing her, or thought she had invented this concept. In the end it didn't really matter, the outcome would be the same. Didn't he remember how many times they had had this conversation before?<br/><br/>"So," she said drawing a line in the air with her pin, "one thing leads to the next and the next and the next," as she spoke she drew with the pin an image of a dark ball of goo. It expanded and exploded into many smaller blobs which expanded away from each other and then lit up like fireflys, they grouped together in colorful pinwheel shapes, spinning around each other. Some of the lights brightened, then winked out. Some ran into each other, forming new shapes. Then they all went dark.<br/><br/>Winx, smiled again at Menopsis, "And so my handsome Lord, we begin the dance again," she walked over to him and touched his face, "and as always, you lead." She winked...<br/><br/>