Clark stepped into the world, and with every stride, reality twisted.
The laws of nature bent, reformed, and collapsed with each footfall.
He was no longer merely walking—he was advancing through time, through creation, through the endless cycles of existence itself.
Before his eyes, stars ignited in the cold vacuum of space, only to wither into black holes.
Civilizations rose from nothing, flourished, and then crumbled into dust.
He saw gods born in glory and slain in despair.
This wasn't a vision or a memory. It was real.
He was witnessing the birth and destruction of entire worlds—no, entire multiverses.
And not just any multiverses, but those seeded by Chaos herself, the primordial mother of all creation.
They bloomed like lotus flowers in infinite colors, unfurling through layers of space-time.
They collapsed just as quickly, devoured by entropy or war or the weight of their own complexity.
Yet through it all, Clark walked forward, unwavering.
