In a sea of shadows, he waits. Drifting with the current of passing years, the graceful lift and sway of his limbs gives the lie to the cold, empty infinity held in his gaze. Two endless pools, fringed by white blonde weed, suck at the world with the hunger of dead suns.
He waits.
Patient and timeless.
She will come, he knows it.
And, when she does, he will suck the light and life from her body as he sucks the jelly from her eyes and the marrow from her bones. He will eat her, yes, but more than that, too. He will consume her, until there is nothing left for the cosmos to remember.
She will never have been.
At the thought, a tiny smile curls a thin lip, briefly flashing yellowed needles at eternity.

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