(Mirabel's POV)
The future was dying.
Not collapsing.
Not ending.
Dying.
There was a difference.
I could feel it in the air.
The impossible horizon stretched forever around us.
Infinite worlds.
Infinite possibilities.
Infinite tomorrows.
And every single one of them was afraid.
Tomorrow stood at the edge of the black shore.
Silent.
The child who carried every future in existence stared into the distance.
Watching something approach.
Something none of us could see yet.
The sea of unborn realities trembled.
The First Dream appeared beside me.
For once—
Even she looked worried.
"That's bad."
I swallowed.
"What is?"
She pointed.
The horizon cracked.
A thin line appeared across eternity.
A fracture.
A wound.
A scar running through creation itself.
The Devourer stop
