4| Records of End

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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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