Ever since I started playing with forces that… no, forces that no one could understand, my perception of the flow of time continued to shift, deteriorating from the norm.
It happened for the very first time when the ball of energy I accidentally created decided that, rather than exploding, it would just go somewhere where it could exist in perpetuity, forever holding onto its potential yet never actually unleashing it.
The second time it happened was just recently, when the constant injection of more and more spiritual energy bloated this already unstable ball of energy to its limits, only for the connection to my constitution to serve as an anchor that pulled this disaster back to reality.
In both of those cases, my perception of time morphed, allowing me to experience a single instant of it—a frame of time removed from its actual flow. A single frame of the movie called "everything."
But now, it was different.