And All Things Will End

You are in a void of infinite nothingness. Even the bellowing laughter of Hyades, the mad God-King, could not fill this space.

You peer out into the endless Stygian gloom. Formless, eternal creatures shift and writhe just outside of your vision. Dimensions move and shudder at their passing. They take no notice of you; you are unworthy of it.

Unknowable aeons pass.