The entity watched the timeline in passing, observing how stars seemed to die out every single minute that passed.
She was sat upon on a floating rock, hand resting on her palm while shooting stars traveled sharply through the skies.
the mundane. It now made sense why this one acted the way he did.
“In other words, “watching” the abyss concerns me not, creature. Bask in it if you please. But it is not where my interests lie.”
“Do your words serve as anything but mere redundancy?”
She almost pitied Janemba, who is clearly delirious from the condition of his own “being”.
“I do not stretch my purpose beyond what it is meant for. I facilitate and grieve the end when it is meant to come.
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For, what is there to grieve in pure nothingness? There is nothing of interest for me in there. No specks of light to fade. No life to be snuffed out from dying stars.”
She spoke as if oblivion itself almost bored her. There was nothing promising in there. Not even++
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In other words, I have nothing to fear. Not even the very Abyss. For my very purpose is to see that the last light in existence until total blackness consumes what once “Was.”
“Your first mistake is assuming I am a stranger to the abyss that follows. This is not the first cosmos. And it will certainly not be the last.”
The theatrics and question did little to instill any horror or dread within the Griever. She was an embodiment. An abstract++
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The childish cackling returned, and Janemba began rocking on his heels as though he had said nothing remarkable at all.
Yet, for the briefest moment, his shadow did not follow his movements.
It stood perfectly still.
Watching the Griever.
entity given form. A concept woven into the very fabric of the universe.
“Ever since “What Is” prevailed over “What Is Not”, I have been the very being facilitating the end of various realities. Observing as they come and go.
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