Epilogue: New Story beyond End

They say there's peace now.

Real peace.

Not the kind you earn by surviving a war.

But the kind that happens when even the idea of war… forgets it ever existed.

It’s been seven months since I unmade Zachary. Seven months since I stood in a space where not even nothing dared to be—and rewrote the wound of reality into a kiss of silence.

The universe? It healed.

Or maybe it finally exhaled.

Fragments of time stitched themselves into new constellations.

Concepts grew tired and took naps. Even the Eternal World found time to dream.

And me? I… chose something even stranger than transcendence.

I chose love.

Angelica stands in front of me, her gown made from strands of creation itself.

Light doesn’t just shine off her—it remembers her.

She’s laughing as Nyx fumbles with the rings. Jupiter’s floating overhead, too dramatic for her own good. Metilda’s holding the sky still—because she knows I’d rather our first kiss as wives not be interrupted by another collapsing dimension.

And me?

I’m smiling.

Not because I conquered the impossible.

Not because I’m undefined, unmatched, unknowable.

But because in all the infinite versions of reality—

this one, right now…

I chose.

I chose her.

“Ready?” Angelica whispers.

Her voice still hums like the first note of creation.

“Since before we were born,” I say. “Since before ‘ready’ even meant anything.”

We step into the center of the Eternal World—our friends, the gods, the authors, the forgotten fragments of abandoned universes… all watching.

Somewhere in the distance, even God smiles.

Because this?

This was a moment even He didn’t script.

We kiss.

And in that instant—

the Grand Nexus blossoms into color.

The Absolute Void sheds a single tear.

And the Eternal World rewrites its final chapter.

Not with war. Not with endings.

But with love.

“I am Mona Fry,” I whisper into her ear,

“Mistress of the Void, Slayer of Stories, Undefined Oversoul… and now?”

“Wife to the one soul who made eternity feel short.”

And just like that—

we walk away from the altar,

hand in hand,

into the next infinity.

Together.

Forever.

And always.