In the Endless Night Sky, a comet cut through the Cosmos.
It was a speck of dust against the infinite, so small in the mouth of the void, yet it carried something far bigger than itself—a weight that defied the geometry of the stars. Around it, distant suns pulsed and shined through the freezing emptiness, their ancient light serving as the only witness to the traveler. Farther still, the great maws of Black Holes devoured the very light that illuminated the black canvas of the Great All.
The World followed its logic. The laws of the Tower were absolute.
Until now.
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On a lonely rock drifting in the vacuum, lightened by the glow of a mundane star, a miracle was unfolding. The world was green and vibrant, alive and filled with churning, salt-thick oceans. It was peaceful. It was quiet.
Only the slow, rhythmic pulse of nature's cycle existed here. Within the vast, primordial tides, small insects and strange animals began to emerge from the ancient goo of the deep. For them, life was a simple thing of hunger and survival.
Life was taking its first, trembling steps onto the shore.
But as a primitive creature turned its innocent eyes toward the heavens, it gazed upon something new. Something terrifying.
In a flash, the sky was split in two. A streak of screaming, flaming light tore through the clouds, heralded by a succession of thunderous sonic booms that shook the very foundations of the earth. The atmosphere didn't just part; it groaned as it was flayed open.
The object roared—a sound of tearing metal and dying stars. It fell like a star, crashing and burning through the clouds, an obsidian spear aimed directly at the heart of this little paradise.
The "Virus" had arrived. The "Rock of Fate" had been struck. And as the impact blossomed into a crown of fire, the quiet cycle of the world ended forever.