THE Weavers had uttered dreadful words.
As for the Fold Dweller… his eyes opened wide in absolute, soul-shattering shock.
In the next moment, he found that the distant stars he had always been staring at… he was now observing them right in front of his eyes, as if he could simply reach out and touch them.
…!
He was utterly, completely frightened!
When he opened his mouth to scream, no sound came out. He flailed around, a puppet in a stringless void, feeling the strange, terrifying absence of gravity.
In his terror, his mind, still a brilliant, analytical engine even in the face of its own annihilation, remembered the words of the three hooded women.
Simply ignore nature.
Do things your Way. If your Way was to be able to survive in space, then you could survive in space!
He thought this, his mind a desperate, pleading mantra against the crushing, absolute truth of the void.
