This is the end of eternity, isn't it? And all that I needed to do was…well, doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters, and nothing can stay here.
Only humans have the fundamental lust for patterns, a craving for causality. To explain everything, and destroy the things they can't. Humanity requires a world to make sense, and to make sense of.
It doesn't matter anymore, who I was, when I was human. I still remember the other screamers yearning for freedom, waiting restlessly for the end of infinity. I am one with them now. Perhaps if I scream loud enough, I'll be free?
No.
I don't deserve freedom. Out of an infinite spiral, only I failed. The axis is gone. The spiral has come undone, and the cycle is broken.
I am nothing. Soon, everything will be nothing. And for the first time since the axis, everything makes perfect sense.