“I am the ever-alive, the always existing. Time no longer has definition. To be has no meaning. I have recreated the universe countless times, as it has recreated me. I have lived all of their lives, the peasants, the kings, the animals. I have been their God and their Devil, but I appear to be locked in endless purgatory of existence. I envy the fire, for it burns and then it is gone. I envy the rock, for it never lived. I cannot die, even though I wish to. I can never cease to be.”
“Now, I awake from the contemplation of my cursed fate, for someone is coming. I know they come, for I feel the change they bring. Has Death come for me at last, or is this change to be something I cannot fathom.”
