"A game creates a world," James P. Carse
Like fetishes and potatoes, the ends of worlds come in all sorts of colors, sizes, and shapes. Some are sweet, some are bitter, and many (some might say most) are as tiresomely mundane as travel between those worlds.
Many groups of travelers have organized philosophies, religions, fields of study, and fanclubs around touring the ends of worlds, traveling to different universes and the worlds within, all the while watching planets, people, and perspectives fall apart from collisions with others, the relentless weight of time, and clerical errors.
“What’s a clerical error?” a sympathetic creature one would be predisposed to root for interrupted.
“It’s when they miscalculate their spell slots?” advised the levity balancing creature with unthreatening charm.
“Spell slots?” asked the symcrete.
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“S-l-o-t-s.” the creature who was competent replied, oblivious or apathetic to the social norms and context.
The lecture hall was grand and gagging with History and Import. The one professing dripped wisdom across the floor as they continued:
"Some say there is, at the end of all ends, a world where all the ends of worlds end up."
The Symcrete raised their hand. The Oneprof continued.
"These are speculations, of course, postulating motion confused for progress by minds weary of the ambiguity." The Oneprof stared sharply at the sea of sentients soaking up whatever information slipped past their daydreams. "Beware that feeling of comfort that surety brings. It likely means you have stopped living." The Oneprof looked at the other side of the room from where the Symcrete sat. "Yes, you the protagonistic appearance," The Oneprof said sharply, "what is your question?"
The Symcrete paused, their question forgotten by the last words landing at last in their ear. "Do you mean that if we are sure of something, we are likely dead?"
"No, just that you've stopped living."
The Oneprof moved to continue but The Symcrete interrupted with the question they meant to ask earlier.
"Are there really that many worlds that they are ending every day?"
"Every second of every hour of every day sees the death of more worlds than your heart will have beats."