An Empty Vision

What could one see in the vast beyond through the veil, when even reality itself tore open in an explosion of quantum?

Nebulae of colours known to no one of our own universe. Rainbows of darkness, spinning constellations, planets living, dead and worse. Endless possibilities, limitless wonders, eternal and exquisite boredoms.

And of course, the endless, empty void. It was nothing, it contained everything. That alone made it worthy of worship.

But what was that emerging from the darkness? Slowly, surely, like a glacier travelling faster than a lightning bolt, an entity hove into view. A grasping, roiling mass of tentacles, reaching across aeons, grasping between the eyelets of realities, thrusting its way through dimensions driven by nothing but eternal hunger. Yet it could not fully corporealize. It could seize nothing.

That meant that Fungollolorum could not eat it either, so she wandered off to find some food.

*

“What do you think she was looking at?” asked Sophie as the black cat padded towards the kitchen. “She was staring at that patch of wall for nearly an hour that time.”

“Who knows?” Rachael shrugged and went back to her book. “Cats, init?”

Author’s Note

This drabble was written as part of my October 2021 Writing Challenge. The prompt was “Void Cat”.

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