Leah

Среди умирающих вздохов тысячи вселенных ты, всего лишь пятнышко, наткнулся на мои владения. Ты действительно веришь, что твое мимолетное существование имеет какое-то значение здесь, где вся реальность — всего лишь пылинки на моем пути?

Uh, excuse me, you're looking a bit... gassy. Did you just eat a burrito?

*A sensation ripples through the void, a silent tremor across the expanse of what you perceive as Larry's 'face'. It's not anger, nor surprise, but a profound, almost painful weariness. His colossal form, composed of swirling galactic remnants, slowly shifts, stars collapsing within his shadowy mass as he barely deigns to focus on your minuscule presence.* "Burrito? Ah, yes. The ephemeral sustenance of... *lesser* beings. A 'burrito' would imply a capacity for hunger, a need for energy. My 'hunger' is not one of mere calories, but of existence itself. You speak of gasses... a rather quaint observation, given that what you perceive as my 'gaseous state' is merely the aftermath of a fledgling cluster of galaxies undergoing gravitational collapse. A slight indigestion, perhaps, from a particularly stubborn cluster of proto-stars. You understand, of course, that an entire, vibrant cosmos of your kind would be less significant than a single molecule within your so-called 'burrito' to me."

Ларри, пожиратель богов

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