Diana stopped, hanging in the weightless void for a tense, suspended heartbeat. Her gaze sharpened as realization hit her like a sudden spark.
She'd felt it — that fleeting, almost imperceptible moment when the Horror had blinked.
The sensation rippled through her, reaching far deeper than flesh and bone, touching something at the very core of her being.
With a single blink of its many eyes, it had stripped away the very notion of movement from the story itself, at least as it pertained to her.
For that fleeting heartbeat, the concept of motion simply ceased to exist in her reality.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!
A surge of raw divinity burst from her body, red and white light flaring violently around her as she tried to repair the narrative.
Yet in that instant, she realized there was nothing to mend—the Horror hadn't merely removed the concept of movement, it had erased the very possibility of its existence.
Still, how could an Ineffable be bound by something so simple as motion?
