The Source was everything.
I stood in its center, surrounded by the light of creation itself. It was the answer to every question I'd ever asked. The beginning and the end. The reason for everything. And it was beautiful.
But something was wrong.
"James," the Origin said, appearing beside me. "I've been monitoring the Source's energy patterns. There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
The Origin was silent for a long moment. Then it said: "The Source is stable, but there's a fracture. A crack in its structure. I've never seen anything like it."
"A fracture?" I stared at the Origin. "How is that possible? The Source is everything."
The Origin moved closer. "The Source is everything, James. But it's also part of something greater. Something that existed before the Source it
