The man stood in silence.
This wasn't the end for them, he knew that now. After traveling through countless universes, he had begun to understand the law that governed all existence: Balance.
The old entities might have perished, erased beyond remembrance, but sooner or later, new ones would emerge, the same essence reborn under different names, different wills. That was how the universe worked. It never tolerated imbalance.
Creation demanded destruction, death gave birth to life, and for every god that vanished, another would rise to take its place.
That man, Taufik sighed faintly, his gaze drifting downward. Below him floated a blue planet, bathed in clouds and sunlight... It was not his Earth… and yet, it was.
He had seen it before, or versions of it.
No matter the universe, there was always one.
A world of oceans and continents, of fragile people and fleeting dreams.
Perhaps, he thought, Earth is the one constant... A canon written into every universe.
