Her vision *detonated.*
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**The Vision crashed through her consciousness like a tidal wave:**
Storms over an endless celestial sea, waters churned by winds that had blown since the birth of stars. Waves the size of mountains, crashing against shores made of condensed starlight.
Dragon constellations wheeling overhead, not painted in the sky but *alive,* their serpentine bodies composed of burning stars, their eyes supernovas, their roars the sound of collapsing galaxies.
And they were *bowing.*
All of them, these impossibly ancient, impossibly powerful beings, lowering their massive heads in deference.
To a crowned silhouette standing at the heart of it all.
Serpents of pure light coiled around pillars of shattered heaven, their scales made of solidified moonbeams, their eyes reflecting eternity.
A throne carved from the literal heart of the world, jade and pearl and compressed ocean depths and the bones of stars, rising from primordial waters.
