In the 23rd sarga of the Vairagya Prakarana of Yoga Vasishta Lord Rama is describing the nature of Kala, Time.

We have already seen part of this.

Now, continuing further.

It is this Kala himself who eliminates the world as the Samvartakagni at the time of pralaya.

He himself creates huge storms to help him with this.

He is Rudra then, at the time of pralaya.

Then after that, he shrinks the whole universe to the size of an atom and keeps with himself till the time of the next creation.

As Mahendra.

This state is called tirobhava.

When he wants to create the world again, he becomes Brahma.

Then as Vishnu he manages the world.

Then again pralaya.

He is like the ocean. Creates a wave, creates the next wave and subdues the earlier one.

Have you seen the fig tree?

When the fruits ripen, mosquitoes come and fly around those fruits.

Making that typical buzzing sound.

Then in some time the tree will make those fruits to fall, smash on the ground.

If you catch the sound of a busy city from above, from the sky with a microphone
what you hear is just a buzz.

Like the buzz that the mosquitoes make.

When the world is in action, put together it is a buzz that you will hear.

Like the buzz of the mosquitoes flying around the fig fruits.

Then the fruits fall, they are destroyed.

Kala, Time is like this fig tree, says Lord Rama.

Universes hang from that tree for some time, during that time you can hear the buzz, then they fall, they are gone.

He keeps on pushing beings to do things and undergo their consequences, both good and bad.

Like how we watch movies and shows for entertainment, this is what Time amuses himself with.

This is the timepass of Time, Kala.

He makes some place dark by bringing night there.

He makes the same place bright by bringing day there.

He is simply there, rock solid.

Nothing can affect him.

Nothing can change his pace.

Nothing can ever change what he wants to do.

He has been doing this for hundreds of mahakalpas.

He doesn't have any respect for the world that he creates.

Like a child playing football in front of his house, Kala is simply kicking the world around.

He spares no one, not even Gods.

The great ocean that remains after pralaya, for Kala it is like a small swimming pool.

The great oceans like the milky ocean, ocean of curd, ocean of sugarcane juice, they are his breakfast drinks.

Earth for him is like a serving plate, off which he eats whatever he wants.

Even the great avataras like Narasimha, they are just instruments in his hands.

Kala finds fun in destroying.

He creates only to destroy.
He never sits idle.

He keeps on moving.
He doesn't allow anyone to sit idle as well.

As he is running, he forces everyone to run alongside him.