2025-02-12 at 6:56 AM UTC
Look, it's a light!
Bird and Worm went towards the only bright thing they had seen in a hundred years and its brilliance showed them that the void around them was not smooth but pleated, and studded with sparkling black diamonds that were the corpses of dead suns.
As they drew nearer, they saw that someone else was already there.
It was a figure wrapped in tattered robes, its face hidden beneath the folds of a hood. It sat cross legged before the light, its fingers tracing patterns in the dust of the void. The glow reflected in its unmoving hands, but it did not cast a shadow.
Bird hesitated. Worm wriggled in the empty air. Neither spoke, but the presence before them made the silence heavier, as though words would shatter something fragile.
The figure lifted its head. Two dark hollows where eyes should be.
You are late.
Bird ruffled its wings, unsettled. What is it?
The figure turned back to the light. The last thing that will ever be.
Worm squirmed closer. Who put it here?
I did.
The void was vast, endless, indifferent. But here was something small, contained. Bird peered into it and saw motion, entire galaxies, spinning, colliding, birthing stars and devouring them. A universe, perfect and whole, inside a fragile shell of glass.
It is not supposed to be, the figure murmured. But I could not let it end.
Bird and Worm watched as the figure ran a careful hand along the bottles surface, and for a moment, something rippled in the light, something like regret or tenderness.
Then, with infinite gentleness, the figure tipped the bottle.
It fell.
It shattered.
The light inside did not die.
It expanded.
It roared outward in a flood of time, matter, memory. It consumed them, wove them into its fabric, sent them spiraling into endless rebirths and dissolutions.
And as Bird and Worm unraveled into everything, the figure watched and spoke one last time.
This is the end.
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2025-02-12 at 6:46 PM UTC
this is where those sub planck length "spooky action" strings were formed inside the bottle and they are still everywhere like rolling a ball of silly putty through lint and then exploding the silly putty into 1000 pieces the lint would just be more finely distributed
