France, c. 1150 A.D.
Anna is watching the activity below her on Earth.
It's what she does, these days. Watches.
All she has done for more than a thousand years. Watch. Unable to interact, or to go home.
At present, her attention is mostly (though not entirely, never entirely) focused on the watching the construction of yet another soaring church built to celebrate the fact that the world had not ended when the first millenium did. She finds this outburst of church-building fascinating; by now there are none alive who could have worried that the world would end in Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi 1000, and yet the building continues.
It's what she does, these days. Watches.
All she has done for more than a thousand years. Watch. Unable to interact, or to go home.
At present, her attention is mostly (though not entirely, never entirely) focused on the watching the construction of yet another soaring church built to celebrate the fact that the world had not ended when the first millenium did. She finds this outburst of church-building fascinating; by now there are none alive who could have worried that the world would end in Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi 1000, and yet the building continues.