EOSAH'S REALITY (FIFTEEN SECONDS AGO)
The abomination rose in silence.
It had once been Eosah's Reality, the final bastion of freewill left inside Limbo, and free from the madness that plagued all of existence. Rowan had done a good job taking care of this Reality even in its broken state, some might say, too good a job.
Now the abomination folded itself inside-out in hatred, collapsing every universe inside its new form until it became a single, writhing atrocity, fueled by a mind that was alien to all that existence stood for.
A billion arms of braided spacetime, each arm tipped with a claw made of frozen big-bangs; ten thousand heads that were screaming galactic clusters, with their mouths made from event horizons.
It had a torso of inverted causality where cause dripped upward into effect, and every wound birthed new wounds before it was inflicted.
And it arrived like the death of silence itself, before it attacked.
