One massive crimson orb passed overhead slowly, large enough to resemble a moon, and the galaxy spinning inside it wasn't stable at all. Entire star systems inside it continuously exploded and reformed over and over again while black cracks spread through its spiral.
Lyrate looked up at it nervously. "Please tell me nobody actually picked that thing."
The old man smiled pleasantly. "Someone did."
"That is deeply concerning."
Another orb floated nearby afterward, this one smaller and silver in color, and unlike the others, the galaxy inside it moved in reverse, stars rotating backward while time itself seemed distorted around its surface.
I stared at it quietly before asking, "What happens if someone chooses one?"
The old man folded his hands behind his back calmly as we walked.
"That depends entirely on what rests within."
"Which is?"
