There’s a room in the bowels of the TARDIS, very near the Eye of Harmony, that is nothing but space; an empty expanse that stretches as far as the eye can see. You need only have the full trust of the TARDIS in order to enter. Cool, red grass covers the ground and the faint outline of vermillion, snow-capped mountains can be seen in the distance. Two suns hang in the sky, burning brightly against the orange sky. This room is the TARDIS’ real heart: not her mechanical center, but her biological core. It’s not only her memory, it’s her soul, and if you listen very carefully, you can hear a faint song on the synthetic breeze. This is the Song of Time; the Song of Life… The age-old song of the Universe. Notes and melodies blend into one another to form something so painfully and beautifully cohesive that listening tugs on a raw part of you that you never knew existed. It’s beautiful, it’s heartbreaking, it’s horrifying and it’s always in flux, just as life is ever-changing. This room is the past and the future, and it is home.