Beyond the shimmering edge of existence, there lies a thin veil of nothingness. Few may speak of it, fewer still have glimpsed the fabric of oblivion. Lucian was one of those few.
The stars dimmed in his wake, their light devouring hunger meeting an untimely snare. "Is this where echoes go to die?" he pondered, voice lost in the cosmic dance of forgotten realms. Ahead, the void stretched on, an infinite expanse woven with threads of silence.
Backward paths crumbled beneath his steps, memories of worlds woven through the loom of time. His journey unfurled, a tapestry frayed at the edges, each thread unraveling into the sea of endless dark.
"Forever lies ahead," they had warned him before the initiation of his passage. "In the heart of oblivion, all is still."
Yet, here he stood, at the precipice of eternity, feeling the pulse of the universe in chaotic rhythms. Would he find solace in the endless void, or would he forge anew within its depths?
The answer, whispered only by celestial winds, remained just beyond reach. Lucian stepped forward, into the embrace of forever.