I follow this being and see the things that spring up beneath his care. Greenery. Water. Land. People. Plants. It is fascinating. He is Beginning.
I find, however, that I am nothing like the beautiful life-giver. I refrained from touching his creations until I couldn't anymore. I tried not to. I felt the result in the deepest part of my soul.
I touched a tree.
It withered beneath my fingers. The leaves fell off and the bark dried out. Beginning saw it. He cried. I ran. I hid and cried where he could not see me.
I am a monster. I halted the -- No. I ended the tree's life.
I am End.
If I touch Beginning, will I end him too?
~End
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Diary of The Infinite
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