From this point forward, Eos had escaped the painting; by not stretching it out, he remade it.
This void was never supposed to be black and empty. The light of Origin should have filled it up, but the Great One preferred the shadows, and this shadow had been broken, and the light of Origin was beginning to spread.
Eos raised his right hand, and around his wrist were what looked like six golden and black bangles. He gestured towards the charging Enoch, causing the bangles to fly out of his wrist and transform to the massive form of his Origin Ouroboros mid-flight.
Their size was nearly impossible to measure as only the top of their bodies emerged from the breaking dimension of space-time, making it impossible for their true size to be determined. It was eerily possible that Existence, as it was, could no longer contain the serpents; they had simply grown too big!
The serpents and Enoch slammed into each other. Enoch had the weight of a hundred dead Existences behind him, making each step he took to be the death of a trillion Realities, and his breath was the silence after the last scream, and each of his thoughts was the end of a possibility that had never been born.
Enoch may be the most powerful being in the collapsing Existence, but to these serpents, he was nothing but food.



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