It is time. God will break out any minute now. It''s funny how the fate of such an ancient creation can depend on a single moment. What makes this moment greater than the sum of the moments that came before it? But I’m rambling now. Either I perish or god does. Either the universe is saved or it is destroyed. The end has come. Or perhaps the beginning. Either way, one thing is clear. It is time.


    I lay down my journal, banishing it to the pocket dimension I created to store my stuff in and standing. If I only had more time, I could have created another universe and taken the people away. But the hungry void of God loomed above. He will not let us escape. I tilt my head up, facing his ravenous presence. I only have minutes left before he breaks free.


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    He is inevitable. He is all-mighty.


    He created this universe, and now he is coming to destroy it.


    He is God.


    But I am Kyoko.


    I am the Sage of the Infinite Sea. I am the last of the Erduks. I slew the Lord of Order.


    I am Kyoko an Erduk, the Herald of Dawn.


    And I will not let the sun set on this universe.