Time is diluted concept of reflection for even though I live in the same moments of existence. If I would be propositioned by fate to be ended yet in your moment of my passing I would be already a moment even though of seconds.
I would be a vast memory in your concepts of what would have past, the waters of time are shallow but the echo a variation on the scales of our perceiving intuition. I could say a moment but it was an echo in a time done or to still to come.