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If the races of the cosmos eve reach equilibrium it will be here, at the heart of time. We always reach this place, those of us who leave our solar systems, the stresses of intersolar travel rupture enough blood vessels to bring us all these lonely black and red doors. Something latches on, time pulls us forwards and the doors swing open and in we go.

Inside we find ourselves at a table, a construct of ours, the individual minds version of a table. Around us an infinite stretch of beings stare at us, bloodstains covering every inch of them. Then, they turn back to each other and begin again. Soon we are included in their lives, we learn everything, experience everything, think everything of each other.

The blessed one is made within the fusion of the many and the death of all. We cry, joined at the hip and dead to our homes, and become truly a single of many parts. This, we saw, was true and right and what everything was for, in the end.

So, we floated from the gates of time and ate the universe. Our intestines filled, flooding with the carcass of multiverses uncountable, until they burst, spilling out across a canvas of nothing. We consumed ourselves in an exodus and we found we were truly lost. The word become Logos, as it has always been.

The being of us was lost again and this was true and right and what everything was for, in the end.