You Took My Brother’s Story

And then, they heard it. A voice, not from any direction, but from everywhere at once. It was a whisper that was louder than a scream, a single, devastating sentence that echoed in the non-space around them. ‘You took my brother’s story,’ the voice of Elara said, no longer grieving, no longer angry, but cold as the void between worlds. ‘Now, I will take yours.’ The null-space, their perfect, logical sanctuary, shattered like glass.