A spinning needle. A golden needle. This was the object of stability, the source of Order. Although the gods of ages past call it the needle- or Liep in ancient tongue- it was more akin to a tower. A large tower whose length denotes the floor and ceiling of the universe. And, much like a needle, it has an Eye. A red string is threaded through the Eye. This is Fate. Usually, the many frayed edges of the string would simply be contained inside the universe. Usually. One frayed part suddenly punctures the wall and is pulled through. Some force seems to have caught onto it on the other side. Moving past the wall, that red string appears to have connected with another- a blue one. Following this blue trail, another needle appears in the distance- silver in color. This one does not have a wall. But it does have beautiful ruins. The needle is cracked, Chaos eating at its surface. Looking closer at the cloud of debris, the fragments of worlds are visible. Yet, the Law of this particular needle has not yet faded. It seems that the destruction happened relatively recently. And swiftly. Anyhow, that mystery is a problem for the future. The more pressing issue on hand is the imminent collision between two needles, two realities, two Laws, guided by the melded string of Fate between them.

     Now, there would usually be a god that governs each needle and encountering this situation, would somehow work to counteract it. It just so happens that both of the gods of the needles in crisis are not present. The god of the silver needle is assuredly dead, all traces of its existence erased. The god of the golden needle is long gone. No one knows where it went. Not one being in the universe it governed even noticed that it existed. Not many here can perceive up to the dimension required unlock the Sense. There are some that came close, however. Most notably upon one little world near the edge. The inhabitants call it Earth. And it is currently moving closer to that red strand of fate that inexplicably melded with another. So is the silver needle.

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     It is inevitable that this word would be the first to be affected. The needle pierced through the wall. The cloud of burning fragments scattered through this portion of the expanse, each one flickering with a pale blue light forming an area of Laws different from the norm. The fragments sped up the formation of worlds and created new exotic species of monsters throughout the galaxies. The silver needle was burning with white flames as it neared Earth. It is contending for control of this universe. Gradually, the silver needle started growing smaller, losing the battle. By the time it reached the surface, it looked like a simple needle one to two inches in length. The golden needle also shrunk by a third, constricting space. Such a drastic change in size does not bode well for this universe. Indeed, the celestial bodies surrounding the needles began to move closer together. The universe is on the road to demise by its own Laws.

     The mysterious destruction of the silver needle, the missing god, the corruption of the gold needle’s Laws, and now the impending doom of the universe. The hands of the Clock of Nier turn ever so slowly, passing through Time.