Field Report

My team and I were assigned to a recovery mission in the center of the shadefileds. As smoothly as such a location would allow, a relic was uncovered. As is common with most things found here, its source was unidentified. The thing that was special about it was not its source, but its point of origin. Our current methods have always been able to pinpoint the time of creation to a year, but we are unable to even determine the era of origin for this relic. The only explanation- with our current understanding- is that the time of origin has not come to pass yet. Although the idea of an entity existing before it has been  created has been explored, it was always dismissed as impossible. This new discovery has reignited that conversation.

 

As for the contents contained with the relic, our curiosities were only further sparked. It appeared to be a warning about a possible future in the form of a memory. A memory that was created with intent to be recovered by someone else. We have transcribed the contents to the best of our abilities.

 

"This reality, or rather this iteration of it, is not permanent. You may believe it to be stable, that the Elders are able to maintain it. This is a lie. The Elders' job is simply to prolong its life. Your own philosophy is that good cannot exist without evil, or creation without destruction. This extends beyond the confines of the universe. Reality itself cannot exist without an opposition. Just as the universe suddenly came to be, it will eventually cease its existence. It will not end in fire and brimstone. There will be no grand event that the end is near. It will simply stop. The universe will end its life with barely a whisper. No trace will remain of what once was. There will be no witnesses to document it, and no gods to start anew. The end will be exactly that- the end. An end to everything. Time will cease its never ending passage, life and death no longer exist, and any beings, mortal or not, will have been erased. This includes the Elders. With the forces of the universe depleted, they can no longer exist. 

 

Except for one.

 

Your people consider the void to be the embodiment of what does not exist, where creation does not reach. This is also a lie. The void is a curtain, and the universe a window. The dragon you have come to know as Junkin holds the curtain back, but the curtain grows heavy. It longs to cover the window, to block what lies beyond. The dragon remains strong, but its strength will waver. The curtain will become too heavy to bear and it will be set free. The void will consume existence itself, removing any trace of... anything. Nothing will remain. An endless expanse of non-existence. There is no sound, no thought, and no after-life. The dragon is left to traverse the infinite nothing, its failure being the only thing that remains. It is left with that it could not contain, unable to die, though it so desperately wants to. 

Such is the end."