Feeling himself hurtling through the void, Lewis' lips were pulled back to his ears, his mouth exposed to the raw elents of the space-ti continuum. Shit, shit, shiiiiiiiiitttt! My mouth's on fire!
As he turned his head to his left, he noticed the sleeping figures of the three high school students, covered in a white light barrier. As they get dragged throughout the space, he cannot help but feel envy towards them. Ah, the barriers protect them from exposure to the ti-space continuum. No mortal man can possibly survive in this harsh environnt without so sort of protection. Judging from the various symptoms I'm getting, I estimate that I only have less than half an hour (well 23 minutes and 53 seconds, 52 seconds, 51 sec...)
Chuckling at the dismal calculations, Lewis shakes his head. As his body starts to disintegrate, he turns his head to his surroundings. There, he witnessed myriad phenona, miracles that were once theorised, yet not proven.
He witnessed the birth of a galaxy, bright colours suddenly blooming into a flower, sparkling in the dark canvas. He witnessed the death of a universe, its stars dimming, before being dragged into a centre, like being drained through a sink. He witnessed many more, each more beautiful than the last.
Yet his awe soon turned into fear.
He witnessed a behemoth opening its giant maw, tearing open a galaxy in half, before swallowing it in one gulp. He witnessed a giant burning humanoid, cleaving asunder the void, forging new worlds with each swing. He witnessed wars of epic proportions, where beings of all kinds fought, tearing against each other, limb by limb.
As he witnessed each and every spectacle, his mind slowly grew more and more corrupted, tentacles and gears erging from every part of his body. The more he witnessed, the quicker the corruption grew, till he slowly felt himself getting lost. As he was left in despair, he, lifting his tired head for possibly the last ti, witnessed a gigantic, chanical construct, floating in the void.
Awestruck in its beauty, he could not help but start crying. Even though he did not know why, tears still flooded down his cheeks. As the group got closer to the body, the barrier shone even brighter, obviously very agitated by the presence of the body.
But this did not apply to Lewis, for he was the only one not protected by the barrier.
As he felt despair at the realisation that this was possibly his last coherent thought, he gazed upon the dim being. Eyes wandering, he grew attracted to a feeble bronze beam. Turning his head ever so slowly, he gazed upon the chanical being. As his gaze wandered upon the body, it soon landed upon its destination:
A pair of bronze hands and intricate gears are displayed everywhere.
They look so...majestic...
As his gaze lay enamoured upon the hands, they suddenly clenched.
Shocked, he looked up, only to see that the being's head was still dim.
Just as he was wondering what on Earth was going on, a ball of light erged from the clenched fists, rging with his ss of hands.
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