The stillness after Time's arrival did not last.
A low, resonant sound reverberated through the platform—not a roar, not thunder, but something deeper, more primal. It was the sound of endings: the sigh of extinguished stars, the collapse of empires long forgotten, the last heartbeat of countless lives across eternity. It was not loud, yet it reached everywhere, and all who heard it felt a shiver that settled in their bones.
The air—or what passed for air in this place—darkened, heavy with inevitability. From the void, shadows coiled like serpents, curling inward to form the shape of a figure. With each step forward, those shadows scattered into dust, as if even darkness itself was afraid to linger in his wake.
He emerged.
Death.
