Life is nothing. Less, even. Life is a negative number. Life is the space where nonexistence falters. But all things pass. Life is a grain of sand in the eye of the world. An irritant. A disruption that will not meaningfully last.

And so, at my core, I am a guide. I have been mandated to return you to the beginning, not of life, but of nothing. The universe has chosen lifelessness, yet you seek to defy the very thing you stole existence from.

Strange, I think. That the death of the world by humans is a convenience, while the death of humans by the world is a tragedy.

You fear a fair fight.

I have come to make you afraid.