The End of the World was a fearful place. There was no perspective, no direction, no land, and no light. All that existed there were the darkest of creatures; each intent on swallowing all light that entered their world. Sharp rocks jutted out from ever-deep waters that enveloped the surface of this world, and somewhere in the distance a small globe many colours could be seen vainly attempting to overcome the darkness.
From a large, overhanging rock, a figure appeared, just as though he had willed himself there. His face was hidden in the folds of a black, hooded robe, and there was a quiet danger about him. Looking toward the globe of many colours, his eyes glowed yellow, then fell upon something dancing in the black waters before him. He strode purposefully toward the object, a bottle, and, holding it firmly in his grasp, pulled a note from its slender neck.
A world without you.
The eyes will close.
Here lies the beginning of the end.