All Five Colors

A wave of power coursed through me like I have never felt before. It felt like I had been swimming a thousand feet below the surface—like I had been holding my breath for an eon and was being crushed to by the pressure—and was only now surfacing.

I looked at the man in front of me, gun against my head, and redirected all that pressure at him. His eyes grew wide as he was slammed into the wall behind him with so much that the bricks themselves cracked and a spray of blood shot out at his goons. They looked at me, their leader's blood spattered across their face, with almost as much shock written across their faces as mine. I took one step forwards and they all ran.

I looked down at my hands, they seemed unchanged, but now they were so much more... well, more. I had fucking powers.

For the first time in a long time, I felt unadulterated happiness and—with a large, almost giddy smile—I took a step towards the opening of the alleyway—

—And stepped into nothingness.

But it was not nothingness, it was the opposite, and yet it was. I saw the possibility of everything coming to pass, and the equally possible event of nothing coming to pass. Yet from where I fell, I could see them both, clearly outlined against the bright shadow that surrounded me. I could discern the crux of it all, and the hinge where it turned, the axis of its rotation, and even the great sleeping—

And then it was over, just as quickly as it began. The... Infinite Nothingness was gone and has passed into the shadow of a memory, like a dream, but I could remember one thing: I was now on but one plane of existence out of a million. Each plane was its own universe, and each universe as infinite as the last. And they were mine to explore.