You were pulled across time and space, your vision shattering as you went. The fishes' words echoed in your mind. This was not over yet.
Finally, after an infinitely stretched out moment of agony, you landed on solid ground again. A dying planet floated in the void behind you.
"This universe is full of ravenous entities, all yearning for a cosmic feast."
As the fish spoke, the planet began to crack as some horrible power began to tear it apart on the other side.
"There is always a bigger fish."
All at once, the planet shattered and was consumed. Nothing remained but specks of dust, drifting away in the cold and uncaring cosmos.
"The Guardian was never the angler, merely the bait. Even I do not know what lies at the end. Could be a fish, a human, a leviathan... or a god."
You did nothing. It was all you could do.
"My life is in your hands, and yours in his. You must choose."
The decision was up to you.
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A Fishing Trip
FantasyTeach a man to fish, and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man about the Guardian, and he won't dare eat again. Utter nonsense. But in an almost entertaining way. I hope.
