(Solomon's POV)
The First Creator smiled.
And the universe forgot how to breathe.
The Child Before Creation
Nobody moved.
Nobody dared.
The little girl stood in the center of the collapsing Hall of Tomorrow, barefoot among falling fragments of reality.
She looked ordinary.
Too ordinary.
No divine aura.
No cosmic storm.
No overwhelming pressure.
Just a child.
Yet the Eternal Witness—the being that had survived before existence itself—was afraid of her.
Terrified.
The crimson eyes trembled beyond the broken sky.
The sight alone felt impossible.
The Witness feared nothing.
It had watched countless universes die.
It had endured eternities of solitude.
It had witnessed the birth and death of gods beyond counting.
Yet now...
It was afraid.
The girl looked at me.
"You're t
