Light and shadow flickered.
Amidst endless rays of light, a seemingly insignificant point flew off into the Void.
It penetrated through infinite dimensions of time and space, traversing secret histories and endless parallel worlds, returning to a moment in time long past.
It was an Epoch of the past.
Earth and sky were ablaze.
The world was heading towards collapse.
A young boy was sprinting through a damaged underground bunker.
Dust and rocks kept falling around him, but he paid no heed to his own safety, panting and running desperately until he reached a hidden room.
"Mother, I found food!"
The boy excitedly pushed open the door.
Inside.
Silt and rubble completely covered the room, revealing only a bloodstained hand beneath a pile of broken stones.
"No!"
The boy let out an anguished scream.
But it was all too late.
Not just his mother, even he himself was stepping towards death.
Huge rocks fell from the sky.
The boy looked up, knowing he was doomed, and screamed:
