Epilogue
Primordial consciousness returned to the husk of crystal enshrined in the deepest reaches of the world. The throne of stone shattered as the husk detached itself from its resting place of several millenia. A new adversary has appeared, a new counterpart against which he must fight to put a stop to the entropy and decay. Dust and coarse sand slid off the once-dormant crystal fashioned with god-like acuity to reveal rectangular slabs conjoined to form a humanoid shape.
Where is the Overseer, for he is not here? Has he not been born into this age? Or perhaps he has died. A minor setback for a being such as it. It was made to be independent, thinking and completely loyal to its purpose. Though it did wonder to what heights has creation come to during its long sleep.
A slab moved before it into the wall and revealed a way out of the dark chamber. It rose off the ground, sending soft ripples of air around it and began its journey to the outside world. A world that will soon stop existing.
The End.
Love you all, with regards Malachite Rain