Each of his steps seemed to tread upon the fragile structure of "time points," with a river of flowing, viscous time before him instead of layers.
The river wasn't clear but composed of countless flowing moments...
In those moments, there was a broken mirror reflecting the interior of a spaceship marked with a red five-pointed star...
There was a coin falling, yet eternally suspended before touching the ground...
There was a collapsing building, cycling through destruction and rebirth with periods of contraction and expansion...
And there were scenes of interaction between the "Original Apostles" and a phantom-like "him," completely opposite the previous anti-physical fragments, exuding a warmth that defied logic, yet felt incredibly real...
And...
Countless time points are stretched and twisted, forming symbols upon each time point, resembling a melting piece of stained glass that splashes and flows as he runs incessantly...
