We burned the Eidelons.
So many years ago.
We were so young then.
So arrogant and proud of our new discoveries, thinking we had outgrown the normal universe with our newly found knowledge.
And power.
We built the Darnaz Probes and fired them upon their planet, with devastating results.
Technology was the future, we claimed, and not the narrow-minded view of the Eidelons.
They genetically altered species and sped up their evolution for their own peaceful purposes.
Peace.
Something of the past, we claimed.
Technology was the future, and so was war.
And when the servant-species of the Eidelons declared war upon one another, we rejoiced in this new event.
War would cleanse the universe.
But as the war went on, and the destruction grew, we realized that we were wrong.
War was not the answer.
And neither was our technology.
We wanted to spread our philosophy across the stars. Use our knowledge to lead the universe to a better place.
But we were arrogant fools, and were proven wrong.
War was not the answer.
We crossed dimensions centuries later, when we finally understood the meaning of life and universe, and the consequences of our actions.
Our actions, spawned by our increased arrogance and illusions of grandure and power beyond belief.
The power to create and destroy. To alter and to keep.
Our little game, it seemed.
But this power was not ours to play with.
We thought we were gods, but we would never be gods, but mere mortals with unbelievable power.
A power no-one should have.
The war went on and on. For centuries and centuries it seemed. It went on so long that neither party remembered why they were fighting in the first place.
They only knew that they hated them. Because they were supposed to.
Scarrans. Peacekeepers.
Neither name could be mentioned at the same time without mentioning either war or pain or hate.
All because of us. Because of me.
Since that mistake our technology was banned inapropriate. Unaccessable.
My species had seen what its power was, and now they would never touch it again.
They would dedicate their lives for peace and justice, and to the safekeeping of the knowledge.
And those responsible for the stain upon history would be punished.
And we were.
And we accepted our fates.
For I know never to mess with the power of wormholes again.
And I have dedicated my life to teach that lesson to others.
And with the resurrection of the Eidelons, and the end of the war, I hope I have succeeded in that task.
But my task will never be over. As my sentence is life. And my punishment is forever.
We were responsible for an eternity of pain, sorrow and death.
My men were banished from the other realm, genetically altered so that they were unable to follow. To traverse into the other dimension.
They were left to guard the wormholes, and the knowledge, so that no-one could make such mistakes, such destruction as we had created, again.
Only a time ago they were excused from their punishment, as the Elders had seen their repent, redemption and honest guilt and knew that they had learned their lesson.
They were allowed to leave their posts and settle on a planet, to live as a new species.
But I...
I am punished forever.
I am to live between realities.
Between dimensions and realms.
To act as a guardian of worlds and universes...
Alone.
That is my punishment, and I accept it, for I deserve it.
Time.
Time...is all I have.
Einstein sat alone on his cold iceberg, staring into the black water and waves of the void as his mind wandered off into everything and nothing, doomed to ponder over his sin for the rest of eternity.