HOURGLAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSS.
I took it as something like when people are faced with a certain inevitability, they turn on each other. They give up. They live but they live with the notion that the end is coming, so they don't really live at all.
In the case of Reilitas, this is undoubtedly true, except for one difference. Yes, she thought everything she ever loved was destroyed but instead of simply throwing in the towel, she created something. A final thing. Simple but beautiful, as she put it.
Beauty, as I took it, in the time she had left. Not in the time itself, but in the manner in which it was presented.
I saw the Great Destroyer as a beast that showed the world what it would be without its materialistic desires. But also what would happen if people merely gave up hope.
RE: Short Story Review: The Weaver and the Snake By Blaine Vitallo