"I stand, held above by the egoic reign of heavens and hells. Divided from my equals by a lust of power and signifcant position. The bridge between you and your deities. The afterlives that are but voids within that which is my entirety, where I accept all for all are I. You are my gifts that I have bestowed and share until the day I return for you to deliver you to those you worship.
Putrid miasma follows the empty man
"How's it going over there, Reed?" Tams calls out from the tech tent.
Here I am... At the end of the world. Didn't know I'd be content. It's kind of relieving, you know? I get to find out what happens when I leave this world. Quite the self-jollification to an unabating existential burden of a lifelong itch that sits at the back of our minds.