And All Things Will End

Tendrils the color of the void erupt from your hand, and twist and writhe until they coalesce as one. The ropy mass grows the head of a serpent, and gazes dispassionately at you. You breathe the cosmic wind into it, and an eternity of stars and planets are formed in its stomach.

With terrible speed it coils around you. Its scales are vacuous and numbing,and you know that this shall be the space between the worlds, and this shall come to be known as Space. The universe is to be as cold and uncaring as a serpent.

You do not resist as it crushes you.

You have 1 choice:

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