Before the game, time had seemed so untouchable to you. It passed on endlessly, and you could do nothing to stop or slow it. It cared not for your fears, nor for your excitement.

Time was. And that scared you.

Now time spreads out before your fingertips. Minutes and hours and years lay out like so many brightly colored candies for you to pluck from the rich tapestry before you and pop between your lips. You roll your tongue over the roof of your mouth, and its yesterday, and you help yourself fight of an imp. You blink and its next week, an your friend smiles back at you in their spiffy new Godtier pajamas.
They look so young.

Time wraps like around you like a shroud. It bends and bows around you. And one day, time will be your coffin. 

But not now.

Time is. And that comforts you.