Rattling echoes across the universe. Warning! Something’s about to happen. Will the chalice be poison or power?
Like a demented clock the ticking gets faster and louder, until the anticipation feels worse than whatever the outcome will be.
The die is thrown and rolls across the galaxy. Ricocheting off stars and swirling round black holes, without purpose. It comes to rest at the feet of a mortal man in sensible, brown shoes.
Sitting in an office, he’s given his results. The odds were good; five in six he’d live. But one dot stares up, like a cyclops, and devours him.