I haven't lived long myself, but I'm slowly inheriting the memories of the goddess of my line. So eventually, it will be like I have lived for thousands of years.

[Though, she's not counting the 114 years they all just spent asleep. She wonders if that is what the gap will feel like, when she eventually regains her memories of the surrounding time.]

I was wondering if maybe that's what determined who comes here and who dies with our worlds... but there's plenty of humans here, too, so I don't think that's it.