CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: THE CHOICE OF GODS
(Mirabel's POV)
The moment our hands touched—
Existence stopped.
Not metaphorically.
Not poetically.
Literally.
The universe froze.
Every star.
Every world.
Every soul.
Suspended.
Waiting.
Only two things continued moving.
The First Dream.
And me.
The battlefield vanished.
The broken heavens disappeared.
The Devourer faded into silence.
Suddenly we stood somewhere else.
A white expanse stretching forever.
No sky.
No ground.
No horizon.
Only endless possibility.
The First Dream released my hand.
And the universe remained frozen around us.
I looked at her.
For the first time, she seemed tired.
Not physically.
Eternally.
Like someone carrying memories too large for existence.
"You've been lonely."
The words escaped befor
