One universe touched by their hand.
Brittle, they called it. Fragile and delicate and could be turned to dust in a single touch.
The tear of the fabric of time and space, forced to stay in cold darkness that drove all who gazed in it mad with emotion.
With darkness there is light.
Where negativity there is positivity.
Where creativity there is destruction.
He who leans in the middle, is the grey in the morality. It's maddening, staring at the reflection of who and what could be.
His weakness, his misery. Theirs.
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Hi! Writing again... But it's fanfiction. Sorry, kinda seems dumb.
This story is kinda dark by my standards. Sans au's mentioned?!?!? —My understanding of each au is limited, please bare with me. :)
New updates:
Lore changes and sigma new writing
*Updated synopsis (3/22/25)