It was cold in the void. Nothing and everything, filling every space and leaving it empty all at once.
Her soul, the very culmination of her being, screamed through the nothing. She barrelled down the starlight rope that was her timeline. Determination burned rampantly around her. Devouring her. Destroying her.
Her soul dripped under the stress.
She had to keep moving, she couldn't let the blast destroy everything they had worked for.
Her determination burned.
She slipped further and further past her true destination and she could only pray to anyone that listened that it was enough.
She felt her soul twist in the not-heat. Her body, or whatever became of it when she entered this place, melted like ice.
A shift, a resolution
She was liquid, spiralling and uncontained, flying apart in droplets. She screamed nothing to the void. She was falling apart! Falling away!
A shift, a realisation, a resolution
Nothing lived in the Void. Nothing died in the Void.
The Void saw only existence. The red soul would exist.