Tsv's guidance led me through the shimmering expanse of the Nexus. Stars twinkled like diamonds against the velvet blackness. Amidst this celestial tapestry, a colossal black hole slumbered, its event horizon pulsating softly.
"Behold, Death, the Devouring Void," Tsv whispered, its distorted form bowing in reverence. Tsv's touch seemed to have calmed my human mind and allowed me to observe the scenes before us.
"Upon Death's shoulder perched the Three Fate Sisters: Khronaea, Nyxoria, and Morvyth," Tsv continued, "Khronaea wove golden strands that shimmered with the essence of life. Nyxoria measured each thread's length, determining the span of mortal existence. Morvyth severed the threads with scissors forged from dark matter".
As the sisters worked, their threads flowed toward Death's stomach, disappearing into the black hole's abyss. The void's gentle hum grew stronger, as if nourished by the severed strands.
"The fabric of fate," Tsv explained, "is woven and unwoven by the sisters. Death's slumber is sustained by the threads of life."
I watched, awestruck, as the sisters' weaving wove the tapestry of existence. Each snipped thread whispered a life's story, its essence consumed by Death's void.
"Come," Tsv said, its distorted form gliding forward, "the cosmos holds many secrets."
We ventured deeper into the Nexus, leaving Death and the Fate Sisters to their eternal dance.