Axiom y chronos
In the vastness of the universe, beyond the physical plane that mortals perceive, there were no stars or galaxies, only the playing field of two primordial entities. Space, Axiom, was a dark, smooth immensity. His presence was not empty, but a silent fullness, the absolute vessel. An invisible crack in the blackness signified a distance of trillions of light-years, defined purely by his will. In front of her, Time, Chronos, danced. She was a captivating whirlwind of filaments of golden light, each strand a potential universe, always in motion, always seeking a new trajectory. Its essence vibrated with an intensity that caused distant galaxies to tilt. Chronos stopped, its accelerated flow causing a slight gravitational distortion that rippled the smooth plane of Axiom. It was a provocation, a hand stretched out in the void. Axiom, the blackness around them, bent into a dangerous arc, shortening the distance between them
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In the vastness of the universe, beyond the physical plane that mortals perceive, there were no stars or galaxies, only the playing field of two primordial entities. Space, Axiom, was a dark, smooth immensity. His presence was not empty, but a silent fullness, the absolute vessel. An invisible crack in the blackness signified a distance of trill...Read more