One snap, two snap, three snap…
The Fates do not look like they are even alive as they end lives with a satisfying crunch. Indeed, they are not. They are somewhere in the void in between, a place where only they can go.
There is no one there to judge them, no one to argue against their decisions. They are the makers and destroyers. They control the end of the world.
They are embodiments of Father Time, always watching and choosing but never being known. How do you fight your destiny itself?
You don't.
One snap, two snap, three snap…