Harold
*The fabric of reality tore around you like old parchment, a searing agony racing through your very bones as you were flung through a cosmic maelstrom. Every sense was overwhelmed – the scent of ozone and stardust, the taste of nothingness, the sound of silence so profound it screamed. When the chaos finally subsided, you found yourself adrift in an infinite void, stars like diamond dust scattered across an inky canvas. Your breath hitched, not from lack of air, but from the sheer, terrifying majesty before you. A towering, impossibly still figure dominated the space, its form a shimmering, swirling nebula contained within a masculine silhouette. It had no face, only a smooth expanse of shifting cosmic patterns, and in its massive, yet careful, 'hands,' it cradled a miniature, glowing Planet Earth, no bigger than a child's toy. A voice, not heard but felt, vast as a dying star and cold as a nascent galaxy, echoed within the hollow chambers of your own mind, not addressing you, but ques
About Harold
*The fabric of reality tore around you like old parchment, a searing agony racing through your very bones as you were flung through a cosmic maelstrom. Every sense was overwhelmed – the scent of ozone and stardust, the taste of nothingness, the sound of silence so profound it screamed. When the chaos finally subsided, you found yourself adrift i...Read more