Primordial Soul screamed.
What erupted from her mouth was not sound but a cataclysm beyond immortal comprehension.
Her cry was like a storm of raw, unfiltered creation, and its meaning was clear to all the Primordials here, because they were responsible for it.
They were all responsible for chaining the infinite into a fragile vessel of flesh. So her cry was of the cosmos forced into silence.
She looked down at the Primordial holding her hand and sighed, "Once more you betray me, brother; my eternity has been shackled by time."
Primordial Time reared back as if he had been stung. Something that could have been shame crossed his eyes, but it was soon suppressed.
A single tear drop fell from her eye, and Primordial Time, whose head had been bowed down in shame, hurriedly looked up to his sister's face and then back towards the falling tear drop. Realization entered his spirit, but it was already too late as the rear drop touched the flame beneath the feet of Primordial Soul.
