CHAPTER 79 The Twilight of Infinity's Edge

When the Twin Flames left the world of forgotten dreams, their split psyche spanned the vast expanse of space as delicate strands of stellar twine. The aspect that had remained to investigate the dark portent now found itself unable to turn away from the outermost realms of being, realms where reality itself was breached. As the end of Infinity began to reveal itself, one could not help but admire how the physics of the universe warped and twisted within it. Time was hot and syrup-y and went in all directions: forwards and back, and spirals that made no mathematicians sense at all. It was a locale of conclusions and entries, where worlds came into existence and passed away in the twist of a pin. While crossing this chaotic territory, the Twin Flames retained artifacts of the worlds that ceased to exist long ago – remnants of societies that emerged and were destroyed – all the while only being alive in memories. Every vestige still seemed to beckon them, to whisper and call out, insi