Lucien's first instinct was to close his eyes.
He did not.
For one breath, he looked.
That was enough.
The place beyond Nihility was larger than anything his senses had been built to understand.
There was no sky.
No ground existed beneath him.
Instead, existence stretched in every direction as luminous currents too vast to measure.
Some flowed like rivers.
Others resembled threads when seen from impossibly far away, only for Lucien to realize that every thread contained worlds, histories, lives, choices, and ages layered together.
Past and future did not sit neatly on opposite sides.
They curved, intersected, separated, and approached without touching.
Countless streams moved beside one another, each carrying possibilities that sometimes remained distinct and sometimes disappeared into distances Lucien could not perceive.
His mind tried to turn the sight into Space.
It failed.
Then it tried to interpret it as Time.
That failed too.
