"It started softly, but I was too drunk on the allure of my creation to care."
After all this time, Rowan had acclimated to the vision of the past, and now the voice of Enoch was in the background, and the memories of that time took center stage in his consciousness. And Rowan knew instinctively that this memory could not be faked, and Enoch could no longer hide anything from him. The truth had a certain momentum, and after a threshold was crossed, there was no longer anything holding it back.
Rowan could see it; in the distance was a bright violet star, so massive that the present size of his body would be lost inside of it, and if he wanted to travel across this entire star, it would take him thousands of years, even with his greatest speed that made the speed of light appear like the crawling of a snail.
