The infinite lady came to me in my dreams. Looking at her was like looking into the void itself. I stood there in the barren wasteland of what was once planet Manhattan. It was scarred beyond recognition and on the surface time itself was distorted and twisted. I looked up at the New York sun that had just gone supernova. Afterwards I looked back at my goddess and she walked towards me. There where her feet touched the surface, the matter burned away into oblivion. She stopped just before me and she was like a black hole, the light would not reveil her, only her silhouet. She only whispered one word in her divine voice: "Soon."
