"What the hell is that?"
No matter how high up you become, unless you are a direct child of the creator, none could escape the pull of blood. That includes a being of mythology, Cerberus.
He whose name had existed long before the sea of stars were populated with a grand assortment of life, Cerberus had already lived and traversed the desolateness of the universe. In the era of chaos where no plan had yet been in place. Where the universe was but the canvas for the whims to entertain a lonely being, Cerberus became he who was now.
asked the world, but no one would or could for that matter give an answer.
Even those watching from far away did not know what this was. A dragon that was lost in the metaphysical realm of the Matrix where the code of life dwells. No one knew what it was.
