I looked up into the face I'd been looking at for thousands of years, across millions of timelines, and billions of planets.
I would emerge, he would chase me until I escaped, and it all began again.
Some universes are dead, lifeless, victories.
Others full of parasites that worship the memory of their saviour, losses.
But there's always another world, another universe. So I await his strike, to begin it again.
It never comes.
Instead he traps us here, locked in a moment, frozen.
Eventually I appreciate the rest. Just long enough for him to grow bored and break it.
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