The Black Horizon

For thousands of years I've stolen pieces of other worlds to reshape ours. A perfect summer that never fades. A star that burns too bright. A life that defies death. Each theft was a perfect fit—until it wasn't. 

After a while the pieces stopped clicking together so well. I had to jam them in. And the jigsaw puzzle of reality, a few thousand years in, started feeling a little… loose.

It's too late to fix anything now. What our world might once have looked like, well, it's too hard to remember all the changes I've made, especially when I'm tired of the game. Tired of outliving everyone I love, tired of trackers hunting me for the chaos I've wrought, tired of mistakes haunting my every step.

Still, perhaps I have one last trick to play. Even if our reality feels like a puzzle with no final piece. Even if my life feels like the ending of a love forever lost. Even if every moment feels like the ending of a world I may have unknowingly doomed.