Story Pathology

I have tasted the death of billions and billions of worlds. The blood flow of heroes and the pleas of cowards are all dedicated to the same cup of poisonous wine... I also tried to play against the end, trying to heal the already riddled tapestry called reality. Until I tore this tapestry to pieces with my own hands and chose... To become nothingness itself. I swallow all the past, erase all futures, and command the only, eternal present on the absolute dead silence. I have played this finale for countless epochs... Until... In this last, only remaining reverberation. I heard a sound... ... Contrary to the 'end' itself... Noise.