“Begin with the end in mind”.

  One of the primary ideas explained in a book read by my creator a long time ago once said this message.

  It is to realize the end that I am able to pave a path to truth.

  It is for me to know where I am going, and when I am able to arrive at my destination.

  To have drinks with the creature who lives in the end of time is not what I thought about at all. I can only try to comprehend the language in which it speaks, but I can only hear muffled shrieks and tainted sophistries.

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  [Child of the depths of eternity.]

  [Hear my ode.]

  [Not one existence in your creator's BOX shall read who you are.]

  [Not one existence in your creator's BOX shall know of your existence.]

  [Tread lightly in the gates of the end. Take flight. Run. Evade.]

  [Escape from the grasps of those who only do nothing but exist.]

  After the warning, the space exploded as if a god sprung out of existence.

  No explosion can even touch the greatness of the phenomena that happened.

  It's as if the final atom of the universe regretfully saw the multiverse itself, before dying.

  For it is I, who lived endlessly among the worlds can only harness its truest essence.

  With that, I follow the path that I have created to only do one thing.

  And that is, to kill the one who created me.