A Sword of Stars

There is a sword wrought of blackness; an alloy of meteoric iron, of the cold heart of a long-dead star that once gave light to a thousand civilisations, and the endless Void of Space itself.


Wrought, yes, and by mortal hands in service to a woman that is more than a mere God.


Its edges are blunt; nonetheless, an aura surrounds the blade, formed not of visible light, but the light of ghosts.


Upon its hilt is a name, etched not by acids, but by substances able to rift the Void itself, so that the name appears the same to denizens of all realities, regardless of the nature of their eyes.


It is the name of Eternity. Given to her by her lover, Time, to protect her as she wanders the Void. A blade to cut stars if need be so that once Eternity has reached her end, she can return to Time in safety. The two will then collapse onto each other and make love, as the last stars dwindle away to darkness, forever.

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