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Time fell backward – forward, into a new cycle – or across a history of thirty million iterations. Lifetimes flew across your eyes, lives and deaths of everyone and every possibility, ending every time in a futile surrender to the past. Worlds where you died, worlds where you survived to the last moment, watching everything crumble around you, worlds where you never appeared at all.
The kaleidoscope of impossible information slowed, focusing in on one universe in all of reality. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t open your eyes. Had no eyes. Had nothing— only, somehow, your awareness slowly emerged. You were alive. Are alive, again. Only…
Cycle ?
Voyager’s Wharf
Aedes Elysiae
