The interfacial point where retreating time dragged space along, a nautiloid spiral curled to a singularity before it flowed back out a clean, gibbous curve; here he stopped, just to collect his will before moving on. It was glorious chaos, nothing to bother and everything to be.
Amidst this tempest his rival did regress, her mind boiling once more.
Is and was didn’t exist.
The Star went forth to bend these forces to his will.