The Collapsing of Reality

When me and Tara left the vault of horrors, we were welcomed by another vortex. We made our way a little past the vault of horrors to the edge of the cliff. We stood there and observed the vortex.

"It's already happening," I said to Tara. "The demonic apocalypse is not the only thing we have to worry about."

Tara held my hand. She could sense the sorrow and distress in me. She was trying to comfort me.

"The Keeper of Time's game of life and death," I said. "I can't help but feel that we're losing."

"Don't say that, Ricky," Tara replied. "We're not losing."

"I can feel it, Tara," I responded. "The collapse of reality, it's already happening."

I don't think there could ever be anything worse than the collapse of reality. It would be the complete eradication of me and Tara's existence. It would be the end of time...