After being touched by the golden starlight, she'd begun to see them. Little threads of gold, silver, and black, drifting lazily through the air, attached to everything living thing she saw. She didn't say anything, for fear of being locked up and having tests run on her indefinitely.
But a few weeks of seeing them, it made her far too curious not to try it.
She saw the pigeon, eating a discares sandwich from the sidewalk. She slowly approached, grabbed a thread, and pulled.
The pigeon died. She gained a little power.
And this was the thread that started Armageddon.
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