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I just realized that the Hunger Birds should be much more than Multi Solar System level and they should be Multi Galaxy level
The Hunger Birds didn't eat the stars, they literally ripped the part of the night sky/space where the constellation is located
"Dunt matter.If we can't wake her up, they'll destroy the whole of this creation"
Ginnie said only, "I don't know how"
A clump of hunger birds flew up to a patch of the night sky where stars could be seen through the breaks in the clouds, and they tore at a kite shaped constellation I could never have named, and they scratched and they rent and they gulped and they swallowed.In a handful of heartbeats, where the constellation and the sky had bee
One of the hunger birds reached a sharp beak down to the ground and began to tear at it- it's not as a creature that eats earth and grass, but as if it were eating a curtain or a piece of scenery with the world painted on it.Where it devoured the grass, nothing remained- a perfect nothing, only a color that reminded me of gray, but a formless, pulsing gray like the shifting static of our television screen when you dislodged the aerial cord and the picture had gone completely
This was the void.Not blackness, not nothingness.This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality
This small patch of sky contains 3,000 galaxies
They also should have Spatial Manipulation
The Hunger Birds didn't eat the stars, they literally ripped the part of the night sky/space where the constellation is located
"Dunt matter.If we can't wake her up, they'll destroy the whole of this creation"
Ginnie said only, "I don't know how"
A clump of hunger birds flew up to a patch of the night sky where stars could be seen through the breaks in the clouds, and they tore at a kite shaped constellation I could never have named, and they scratched and they rent and they gulped and they swallowed.In a handful of heartbeats, where the constellation and the sky had bee
One of the hunger birds reached a sharp beak down to the ground and began to tear at it- it's not as a creature that eats earth and grass, but as if it were eating a curtain or a piece of scenery with the world painted on it.Where it devoured the grass, nothing remained- a perfect nothing, only a color that reminded me of gray, but a formless, pulsing gray like the shifting static of our television screen when you dislodged the aerial cord and the picture had gone completely
This was the void.Not blackness, not nothingness.This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality
This small patch of sky contains 3,000 galaxies
They also should have Spatial Manipulation
