Done are the games rise to the new king destroyer of worlds awaken. Pulled from my perch, the doomed planet earth, now drifting towards a sky newly opened. The swirling gateway home. A glowing neon vortex. Now severed be the anchor that's held in place a cosmos consumed. So onward, through event horizons as the choir becomes screams of anguish. Their mantras echo through my mind as the memory lives on in eternal form. Retained. The sum of all terrestrial matter streamlined to a single atoms width. Funneled ever deeper through the chasm, beyond which lies the apeiron. My kingdom awaits... Sanguine. For ages my existence has boiled down to this one purpose, the mass extinction of dimension four. But now that my tongue has acquired the sweet taste of blind worship I am no longer content to serve. No slave am I, he who wields the dagger, and perturbed am I with decarnation. So bisecting the head of the head of the sculptor, no wombs remain to occupy. Ended is the reformation cycle. The breakdown of souls complete. Once and for all sorted into chaos. Crippling the great duality of flesh and formless existence as all energy bleeds into one. Rallied, loose anima. Kept here from the realm of the living for the last time.. As the high power aether bends to my command. I densify it to my fist size. Within my hands I grasp the singularity and destroy the grid of it's casing. Filling the void with lengthening gamma. Forming atoms as the ferment cools. Distributed through the black abysm. Endless expansion as time starts anew. The dawn of my true reign...