Time itself halts for me in this moment. Its flow spreads before my eyes, every strand weaving together like a living tapestry; gold and black threads twisting forward, never back. And there he stands, the man before me, his face older, worn by years… yet still carrying the features of the one I once loved.
How dare he wear that face? Unacceptable.
My finger trembles as I raise it, a small star igniting at its tip, burning with merciless light.
"Perish…" I whisper, and the star tears free, streaking toward the Creator's face.
Time lurches forward again. His eyes blaze with sudden gravity, no longer playful. The Throne of Eternity shifts before him, intercepting the strike.
The clash detonates in a shockwave that splits reality apart. The universe groans, the fabric of creation quakes, and within ten light-years, life itself is snuffed out; reduced to golden ashes drifting in the void.
