And so the Worlds Shattered

Many worlds had gone by.

They shattered into nothingness one after another. Lifetimes of struggle and strife, bravery and pain. Hope and Despair.

All of them had disappeared. Now, only fragments of them remained, floating in the sea of consciousness, incoherent and jumbled. And I was the only one who still remembered.

Well, perhaps, there was another one. A human that bore the weight of now non-existent past. But how long will that go on for, I wonder? Will this world be the last? Or perhaps one of the many that will fade away into the void? Either way, once that happens one of us will be gone. Or maybe, both of us will.

Regardless, I have just one thing to say. I wouldn't mind being infinitely trapped here as that is my purpose. But if you want to escape, there's only one thing you can do.

Those fragments... Gather them. Make them whole once more so that the phantoms of the past can turn into reality, and a dream can become your past—and that past will lead you into your future. 

Or, perhaps, it will be your downfall.

I only know one thing. Regardless of the conclusion, I will be there to see it.