An apocalypse does not necessarily mean the end of everything, just the end of things as they are now. And so, life carries on.

The age of the gods has ended, its architects fallen, their miracles never to occur anew. And yet life carries on.

The universe is wounded, sundered, and bleeding, tears in its fabric open to that which finds them. And even still, life carries on.

She was given a goal, a mission, one of great importance but little urgency, which will span across centuries and worlds. She was given power and time in support of her quest, but little to aid her life outside it. And so she finds herself searching for purpose in the gaps within her undertaking, and companionship for her looming eternity.

Disclaimer: This story is heavily inspired by another work that, while I liked its concept, I was less than thrilled with the execution of. I’m going to leave what it is up in the air for now though just because there’s some plot details I don’t want to give away out of the gate.