The consciousness of the Spatial God sank into darkness.
In his final moment of awareness, he had a thought, a very faint one, as light as a feather. “Those children of destiny... will they recognize me? Or will they see me as a stranger? Or will they, ” He never finished. His consciousness dispersed, like water merging with water. But fragments of his divine soul remembered that thought. It became a law of causality, winding around the core consciousness that had endured for ten thousand years, crossing the barriers of time and space and leaving its mark on every plane where his fragments resided.
From then on, someone in every world would be waiting for him.
