Another bright flash lit up the space, shrouded in dark thunderclouds.
The two sparks merged back together.
It caught up with another one and made it its own…
No, it brought it back... no, it brought "it" back to this…
It got bigger, faster, and brighter. Another spark passed by "it", causing a familiar feeling. It was a part of "him," but it didn't chase after it. No, it waited and kept moving forward.
Movement was everything. It couldn't stop. It was searching. It was looking for what it needed right now. It wasn't chasing the first spark it found, no, it needed exactly the one it needed right now.
After a long search, it finally found "him". It flashed and moved, illuminating the dark clouds.
That's it. What "it" needs.
A flash lit up the space, and the two became one again.
And so on in a circle.
This is not the end. It has to find everyone and bring them back.
The cycle was repeated. Spark after spark found its own kind and consumed them.
