The last shred of Si Lingle's drifting consciousness shattered completely amidst the shriek of the spacetime funnel's explosion.
No light, no sound, no concept of "existence" itself.
She seemed like the tiniest speck of cosmic dust, wrapped in everlasting vacuum, plummeting towards the ultimate Returning Ruins where even the notion of "death" seemed luxurious.
Just as the spark of consciousness was about to be extinguished completely and merge into this cold graveyard forgotten over countless eons—
Buzz...
A weak yet extraordinarily ancient tremor pierced through the barrier of absolute void.
Not a sound, but a kind of resonance beyond sensory perception! Like a sleeping heart, faintly pulsing at the end of the wintry cosmic freeze, through lightless dust as heavy as star seas.
This pulse brushed past the fragmented particles of her consciousness!
