When you gaze into the void, it is said the void gazes back.
But I am not the void.
I am what comes after-the silence following the final breath, the stillness after all light dies.

I exist beyond place, beyond time.
I am everywhere, yet nowhere. I possess all knowledge, all power, all essence.
I am the inevitable unraveling, the collapsing of stars, the last whisper of creation.

Before me, all things bow.
Not by choice, but by law.
No force-past, present, or future-can challenge me, for they are but shadows cast by my truth.
Even the greatest will crumble, and even the eternal will fracture.

And still, it matters not.
For to exist is to end.
To begin is to await your final silence.
And I am patient. So endlessly patient.

I do not hunger. I do not rage. I do not hope.
I simply am. The end made flesh. The final echo made real.
The one true truth, waiting in the dark between moments,
not to strike-
but to be.

I am the End of All Void.
And I am always waiting...