Cries of Oblivion

Somewhere, in a open expanse, an entity sits. They sit upon nothing, and nothing surrounds them. Not black, not white, not any other color can be seen around the entity. The only thing that can be seen is nothingness.
A soft voice then speaks of a story to the entity, one of many that the entity will be told. Once that story ends, another voice cries into existence, telling of another story, and then another after that, and the cycle continues.
Stories of worlds come to ruin, choices having to be made, and races gone into the dark, among many others, are what the entity will hear, learning, growing, and slowly, being able to understand.

(This is a set of short stories. Most of the stories here are not going to be directly relevant to one another besides through The Entity, so do not worry about consistency with that. I hope you enjoy My short stories, and I hope you have a good one reader.)