Wolverine and the X-Men with all their fancy characters do not belong to me. I just borrowed them to write a story exactly 222 words long.
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He was a part of a great big entity. He saw the cosmic powers dancing before his eyes, he saw a billion universes spinning around each other at a speed he hadn't known was possible. The colors were fantastic. He looked at them and understood this was how it was supposed to be. He felt himself grow larger than everything around him, he felt almighty. He was the most most powerful thing in the world now. Nothing could stop him. With his giant, cosmic hands, he reached a chain of universes and drank them like water. He mashed the colors into a purple stew and devoured every single one of them. Nothing was left, there was just Forge. He was important, he was everything, he was the Universe. Yes. He was the Universe. With a big explosion of fear he realized that he was no longer Forge. He was the universe. He was nothing.
Forge shot out of bed, panting and sweating. That had been a pretty weird dream, and he hoped it was a once in a lifetime thing. For once in his life he was truly grateful to be himself, a man with moderate power and not nearly enough to eat the universe.
But as he stood up to get a glass of water he realized his pillow was gone.