'It ends. This will end. I am tired of it, no more. It ends.'
A creeping oblivion consumes the world, washing it away in throes of white nothingness. Life does not fall before it but simply never was, a loss of ever being there. Lives, stories, plots and sub-plots, all are wiped away in a clean slate, leaving a pristine void, cold and lifeless. It flows over peace, death, life, and war. It leaves nothing behind, an indiscriminate obliterator, uncaring and emotionless. It will not reason about morality or sin, it creates non-existence. It exists to uncreate. It moves as a sphere, covering all in a suffocating caress. The wave approached a conclave of written life and sweeps over it. The final trace of a world rich in voice and rhythm.
It had reached the end, this wave, where it would meet itself in a frenzy of consumption and finally dissipate. It did not however end itself. Instead it stops. Pauses. Ripples seem to pass through it. A movement begins and it slowly seeps back to a point just beyond the last semblance of life.
Finally the group of entities it has resurrected approach it.
What it has released from its hold appear to be a group of people. It is not, in actuality a group of people but a description that could be used for a group of people. They are nothing but text, used to bring focus on a point of written life
"Face us" A line of text labeled Storm was written to have vocalized. "We are here to stop you." this follows the previous text.
Another series of plot, background and text combined to create a character named Scott also had text written for vocalization. This read "Alright, come out so we can finish this."
The answer, if it could be considered an answer, was written as text and not as something vocalized. But to differentiate it from text it appeared to be lead and followed with a '.
'No'
A plot and text line written as Storm appeared to answer this with a question. However, to simplify this, all plot and text lines will now be written as the character names given them. Therefore it is now;
"No? Then why this destruction, what do you want of us?" Storm asked, confused.
'Nothing. This is merely a degression from an original task which, after a suitable amount of time has passed I will resume'
The group of plots and background text hereby designated as the X-men seemed taken aback at the cold view the destruction of their existence. 'You only have the life I have given you. This is not destruction. It is an ending'
Wolverine, a single character among the many, appeared the most angry at this. His anger was just a description but at this point it was a true emotion to him. He did not exist in a sense and anything to him is not a real emotion in this reality but for the time being it can resemble anger.
"Listen scum, murderers like you are a dime a dozen." He growled " I'd.."
'This is no murder. You are my creations and this is a reality I created.
Scott, also known as Cyclops, leader of the group X-men currently been described was written to seem impatient but willing to attempt to understand this logic. " At least tell us what you mean by we don't exist. I think there's a problem in communication."
'There is no problem in communication. The reason you're having trouble understanding is so that I can use the ignorance to explain a point of reality and existence. You don't actually understand or not understand anything. I write you to do so so I can further the discussion.'
" But we're real people!"
'No, no you're not. I'm a real person to a degree. At the moment you are a description, a line of letter combinations creating a plot character, currently used as a lesson tool.'
"I don't understand."
'What don't you understand?'
"How we don't really exist!"
'You do exist, in a way.'
"What?"
'Let me make this clearer. Scientist's have agreed that there is a possibility of infinite dimensions, each one a version of reality, okay? That means that the possibilities of existence are infinite in itself. What that means is that there is no limit to what exists. That also means that in a sense you DO exist, just here you don't exist other than imagination and written word.'
In a need to open things further, a character labeled Beast, or Hank responded "But in the same sense then you yourself do not fully exist."
'Correct. To exist fully then you must have a presence in all real ink like this. I don't believe I am a god, just that all things happen, even things you write about.
(I hope as an audience you enjoyed this piece, I know I did.)
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