The scene unfolded as the whiteness of the void began to fill with color, everything falling into place as it was supposed to. No amount of destruction or creation was able to budge them a tiny bit.
In a chair before him, a white-haired man took his seat, facing his mother. His eyes opened wide as the truth dawned on him.
'Shit!… Shit!… there is no running away from it... Huh!' Knowing the consequences of the changes he was making, Dhruv leaned back in his seat and began to reflect on the thing he had been doing.
Every change that he had made to divert the flow of reality had always resulted in him destroying it… or, in some cases, even worse than that. With a mournful expression, he straightened his back and focused back on the table.
Before he could collect his thoughts, the server arrived with his meal… looking toward him, a forceful smile appeared on his face.
