In front of her, multiple threads of different colours shimmering with life appeared. However, she focused on one, one closest to her. She focused on the crimson and golden thread.
The scene shifted as if to the times ahead she had already seen, or seen many times. However, she hoped that this time the scene would change. She stared at the beautiful crimson and golden thread fading into the darkness. It turned into the shade of black. However, this time the result changed.
Another thread entered — and that was bluish white and half dark blue and purple, like a galaxy floating in it, intertwined with it.
She winced for the future, her body writhing in pain, every fiber of it screaming as if burning. In the far future that she already saw, again something changed this time.
When there stood a bright—bright golden thread, like that of a sun, and dark pure jet-black thread, like that of a void. A third thread stood in front with them — the same bluish-white purple thread.
