Death of Mayfly

Ten minutes of dreaming built an empire. Six areas, a time tree, and a never-defeated retrospective port. I thought this was just an illusion. It wasn't until I was old and dying that I realized that I was already in that real territory. Sinking as dusk; Obsessed with the identity of noon; And now, I am back again as Dawn. Don't forget the imperial gesture, District Six is still functioning; I can indulge my desires, slaughter all sentient beings, rewrite laws, and put together perfect pieces; Even come back again and again with the power of retrospection. But behind the ultimate power, nothingness is quietly opening its arms. When everything can be restarted, is destruction the only end?