FOUND YOU. The words echoed across creation. Then beyond creation. Then via locations which ought never have possessed ability to hear anything whatsoever. The silver path shattered. Pieces of potential spread through existence just like shattered stars. Entire timelines trembled. The Original Door screamed. Not metaphorically. Actually screamed. That old building which was there before many worlds made a noise of real fear. And that frightened Luna far more than the sound itself. Because the Door had witnessed everything. The rise of the Foundation. The birth of the Eraser. The creation of correction. The awakening of the First Fear. Yet this This frightened it. The colossal eye beyond existence blinked again. And the darkness surrounding it expanded. Not invading. Observing. Studying. Me
