They're tiny little creatures, no bigger than your fist. Those who can see them say they're a faint blue color.
They're from the space between universes, and they feed on the fabric of spacetime, taking the energy of existence itself to prolong their own impossible existence.
For most, they do not exist, as they cannot sense or even comprehend them. For a few, they're pests, getting in the way as they live their powerful lives.
Me? They represent hope. Hope that since spacetime can be destroyed, it can therefore be altered, fixed.
It's been a decade since I lost them.
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