Maxwell

“Later, when questioned, he would struggle to articulate how he'd felt with the dog-headed thing within his hands. But he did offer, to anyone to whom he told his story, that he'd never felt as insignificant. Tiny, an irrelevant witness and a mere speck upon a great tide of time that surged ever forward. A tide upon which he too would be extinguished: the spark of all he was doused in less than a cosmic moment, just as the mind that had occupied the skull in his bag had been extinguished so many years before.”
― Adam L.G. Nevill