In the chaotic and dark spacetime turbulence, the storm sweeps through, silent in its deathly stillness.
Thin as a cicada's wing, the spatial fracture splits into blades, advancing without order with the "storm," flowing to the next node in time.
Everything is aimless, like clouds, like wind, drifting with the current.
As the jagged edges progress, they collide, cut each other, turning into finer fragments, crystalline, occasionally swallowed by a black hole.
——So it has been since ancient times.
Suddenly, at some moment, in the endless years of stillness and darkness, a faint light emerges in the spacetime turbulence.
"Buzz!"
The sound of a sword's song resonates, probing from a dimensional crack, quietly fading into nothingness.
Immediately after, a towering building squeezes out of the crack, as if summoned by something.
