infinitedc

Part Two Chronophage. The word echoed …ancient…hungry. It didn’t fully appear. It suggested itself. A distortion shaped like something watching. Edges that never stayed still. A silhouette made of missing moments . It unfolded into the room—not stepping, not entering. Just… being there . A towering silhouette of shredded darkness and flowing time-fragments, its body unraveling into strands that didn’t obey physics. Its ‘face’: a spiraling vortex…a collapsing storm of light and void. “Oh, man,” Rania gasped. “Just when I think I’ve seen it all in the Infinite DC!” Thomas staggered. “…I—can’t—focus on it—” “Yeah,” Chu Hyun said. “That’s because it’s not entirely here.” Rania steadied Thomas instantly, one hand on his shoulder. “Don’t try to see it.” Chu Hyun stepped closer to him—instinctively protective, though she masked it with irritation. “Chronophages exist between seconds. They don’t move through time—they feed on it.” Thomas swallowed. “Feed on what exactly?” She looked at him. ...

  Part One “Ugh! These pants, man! I think they’re losin’ the ongoing war with my butt. I swear, just when I think this regeneration has shown all of its surprises, another comes along and tests my wardrobe!” Thomas loved traveling with his father, especially this sixth incarnation of him. In physical appearance, Rania was a beautiful brunette in her early to mid - twenties. She had an athletic body that was compl e mented by the fitted black top she wore, clinging to her frame—practical and embellished—emphasizing movement over decoration. It was the kind of clothing chosen by someone who expects to act at any moment—run, fight, build, fix. There’s no wasted space in it, no excess. Just function shaped into form. Then there were her pants…the ones she was in the process of griping about. A worn-in pair of earthy brown jeans that look ed like they had seen more than a few timelines. The fabric ha d that lived-in quality—not distressed for style, but naturally broken in from mo...