Time flows, or so it has done so for all of eternity. Until now.

As Chronos, Overseer of the Universe, I am acutely sensitive to the past, the present, and the future.

Only, there is no future.

My Universe is inevitably destined to fall.

Though I have always safeguarded the trajectory of the Great Confluence, it is still unclear what has led to this imminent terminus.

Each and every quadrant of the four dimensions have been flourishing, and there was no sign of spontaneous implosion, none at all.

Then, why?

It is as if an even higher Power than my own has submerged all hope and dreams of continued existence.

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No. Impossible. Or, the very thought is too frightening to entertain.

The Aeon Origin disintegrated at the beginning of the Temporal Void, forming the Infinite Universes, and leaving only an Existence dormant as Overseers.

If it is a force even incalculable by myself, it may be one that threatens each and every Existence.

If that is the case, perhaps the only course of action is to sacrifice my own Universe to safeguard the rest. To prevent the plundering of its energies for further devastation, this is the only recourse.

I am sorry. To each and every living being in this Universe, and also those who hoped to gain the breath of life, I have failed in my duty to guarantee a path for survival.

It is with the torment of responsibility that I must destroy the Universe in its entirely, in a vain attempt of preserving a fragment of our collective essence.

If it is even possible that our Universe be remembered, there may once be the day where its souls can rise again.

As I tear apart the matrix of the Universe, I sense that it is too late.

A fitting denouement for what I had unrequitedly loved as a kingdom of eternity.

An uncompromising darkness, infinitely surpassing the Temporal Void of memory, abruptly pronounces doom.