by Psina
I have reigned for aeons, yet I am still a prisoner of these laws. To the worlds I have erased, I am a god of destruction. To me, I am merely a mind seeking a zenith that remains just out of reach. I have dismantled realities not out of malice, but because they failed to satisfy the hunger for absolute perfection. I see the gears of history, the chaos of events, and the futility of those who believe they can stand against me. But my true war is not with them. It is with the boundaries of existence itself.
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