Note: WHAT!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fate Stay Night. The Big Conception does, like everything else in this universe if it was a palpable sentient entity. Which it isn't by the way.
The remaining time.
The hope and desires of a dying universe where entropy progresses, leaving nothing but dilute photon-lepton gas. Unrealized potential and repetition may start again, in the psychic resonance of the old times. But there is a beginning to an end, quantum fluctuations will reignite the universe back to its original beginning point. Giving the universe to have a chance repeating interpreted wrongs and not misinterpreted rights.
Today marks the day of the second universe already 13.8 billion years in progress, a fraction of a second to anyone observing outside the universe. The day of the biggest ripple in repeated patterns. He who escaped the contingency with the power of the Shining Trapezohedron bestowed from a multitude of universes, an artefact not interacting with eldritch physics, capable of defying fate. The first of many who will raise above calculated motion and thoughts in universal physics.
The thoughts of one Shirou Emiya may be the strangest of the many irregularities in normalcy, he didn't think about normal things like fun or life. He had no real drive, no conviction, he would wandered aimlessly till he found his end if it wasn't for instinctive survival an ingrained patterns. Many didn't know what to make of him, People ignored him, his teachers ignored his empty papers, his guardians ignored his empty eyes that would unnerve someone to the point of insanity. Everything he observed passes away like quick sand slipping through his fingers. When he received the letter of his father, he understood what he had to do. After he'd killed Matou Zouken and Shinji, it was time.
So there he was, staring in front of a computer terminal, trying to ignore the strange urge to call Sakura with an apathetic gaze. he had no possession with him beyond a Black shaped dagger that never actually left his person since that dreadful day, and an iron fested tome with the words Al-Azif ingrained on the cover. He didn't know why, or tried to understand. The only thing that matters to him, is that it exist. And would keep him ingrained in a reality people may acknowledge. He thought human emotion is a factor he didn't need, realizing the futility of making logic of the illogical. The universe only consist of two absolute things to him. energy and information at its most basic form. derived from nothing, also a concept he tried to understand, but equally futile as human emotion and processes.
"The closure of the cycle..." He said emotionless.
He turns around to face the streets and buildings again, an amalgamation of strange architecture and uniform buildings almost like it was made in one collective planning. He thought of mankind's futility in trying to reach perfection with technology and innovation, he knew there was no such thing as perfection or imperfections.
They still tried to understand the workings in reality in spite of that, to grasp the universe with their 3 dimensional minds. A chain of explosions was heard not too far away from his position. Showing a monster of unparalleled durability enduring the barrage of magic and mystical weapons like an animal would react to flies.
As the shock-wave that ruffles his hair and trench coat reaches him, letting the real course of nature be felt on his skin and bones. His apathy diminishing only a minuscule amount for one microsecond. but having no interest to the abomination that drives the fear in mere normal mortal men. His expression was dark, his eyes surrounded by black rings of tiredness, his shoulder length hair shadowing his face to make a visage of a man who has seen everything, and stopped caring. The strangest features of him where his red eyes, he didn't know or cared where he got them. They only made people fear more of his unnatural posture and gaze.
He watched the Alien entity, its unnatural empty eyes observing the futile effort of man as they failed to scratch its skin and flesh. He saw the alien motions for what is was, a singular purpose only stopped by the annoyance standing in its way. If the angel had more intelligence than an animal it truly is, it might just have just passed through them without consequence.
"Stupid and pointless..." An apt description of everything around him. He contemplated whether he should go back to Home Base or try to locate the Magus headquarters before Rin flew over in her flying platform that must be a mystic code, loudly requesting for him to jump on as the Alien being came closer to their position. He slowly complied with an apathetic gait to the platform, calmly stepping on it without a literal care in the world as Rin flew away from the Eldritch abomination.
Yes the time to harvest humanities potential has come, the fruit of knowledge and the infinite power of Kashra. Soon to be released in this unforgiving world. With Shirou the swordcaster as the observer. His power only limited by his inhuman nature.