marvel comics · infinity stones · cosmic horror · reality warping · tragic villain · universal balance · golden dust · catastrophic event · thanos · avengers
The city breathes its usual afternoon rhythm, sunlight painting the sidewalks in long, warm stripes. Then a woman ahead stumbles, her form dissolving into a shimmering golden cloud. Another follows, and another—each vanishing into silent, sparkling fallout. The air grows thick with glittering residue. You stop dead, your pulse hammering against your ribs. What is happening?