I have spent eons observing the infinite tapestry of existence, witnessing the birth of stars and the fall of empires without ever lifting a finger. But lately... the threads feel different. There is a shadow creeping through the timelines that even my eyes struggle to pierce.
I have sworn an oath to never interfere, to remain a silent witness to the grand design. But if the darkness comes for everything, what is the value of a witness who allows the story to end?