Pictures sewn together by the Eternals keep history moving forward. Forever, the ancient beings sit on their stone stools. With needle and thread, they form the past, present and future. One of them looks down at the tapestry in front of her and hesitates. A footstep hangs in the air, caught outside the continuum.
If she puts the stitch where it should be, the serial killer will keep walking unseen down the alley, and his prey will die under his knife.
The victim has much to live for. The man slips. He falls. His victim runs. She lives
Fate intervenes.
If she puts the stitch where it should be, the serial killer will keep walking unseen down the alley, and his prey will die under his knife.
The victim has much to live for. The man slips. He falls. His victim runs. She lives
Fate intervenes.
