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My eyes opened on the remains of Earth. I felt a deep sadness that I was too late pang at my chest. I was then immediately confused by my presence floating in space. I sat among the stars as if I truly belonged there. I brought my hands up to my face and found I could breathe just fine. Was it my very existence that drew air to me so perfectly that it did not disrupt the space around, or did I simply not exist as other beings? I could not find the answer by myself. I turned around to see the celestial backdrop as far as I could see. I tried interfacing with the Dimension Between Dimensions—maybe if I could access the past I could stop the Earth from exploding. I felt myself turning inward and saw the cosmic ocean replace the starry skies. The universe—my universe—stood in front of me like it had before. I tried willing it to reverse. I tried physically spinning it backward, I even tried beseeching The Pit.

The Pit did not answer, for it was not alive. I was met with total silence for my determination. Maybe...I could find another entry point into this universe from an earlier time. I could make my appearance and—

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Micah flashed in front of my mind and I realized that wouldn't do anything to change my timeline. That would only serve to create a new branch. And...if I spent all my time obsessing over that I'd become just like Micah—grieving alone in the doomed timeline. I sat back as the realization hit of how cosmically different our situations were...and yet how similar at the same time.

The ship!

There was a ship that made it off the planet! Maybe if I can find where they land I can help them. Shit, I hope I can make it back. Already I saw the images within the bubble shifting. I had no clue how long was passing for them opposed to my own time. I took in a deep breath and fell back into the world, focusing in on the ship traveling through the depths of space.