Within the true silence, the kind untouched by time, laws, or even the Void, descended like a falling veil.
The hyperboloid behind Destin Saint shone brighter and brighter until every strand of its geometry sharpened into threads that resembled past destinies resurrecting from extinction.
Immortal Nimrod's void eye widened, and his avatar spasmed in disbelief as, at the moment the words 'The Winter of Past' left Destin Saint's lips, the very reality convulsed!
However, it wasn't an explosion, nor did it seem like a collapse. Still, it was the sensation of all existence being yanked backward by the roots, as though creation suddenly remembered that the present was nothing but a stubborn lie.
The next moment, the space cracked, and ethereal kaleidoscopic threads, thin as spider silk yet thicker than world-rivers, shot out from the hyperboloid.
At first, there were millions, and then billions…before the next moment, they were innumerable, so many that even the Void lost count!
