I had a name, one that I took pride in having. I had a family, one I was glad to be in. I had a life, one that I lived to the fullest.

I lost those the day I died.

But I did not go to heaven or hell, nor did I reincarnate as an animal or another person. No, what greeted me instead was an eldritch abomination that intended to eat me.

I escaped of course, but that left me wandering in the void of space. Unable to speak nor interact with the world as I was all but a consciousness within the vast nothingness.

I watched civilizations rise and fall, I watched humanity leave the earth and extend its reach into the beyond. I watched how our sun turned into a red sun and how the earth was engulfed in flames.

I stood and watched, as I was unable to do anything, for billions of years.

Maybe trillions.

When the stars died out and the age of blackholes began I truly believed that life had no meaning, and that I would be forced to watch the end of my universe forever.

But as it turns out, Gods exist.

Now that opens up a lot of possibilities.

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This is my first book so expect a few plot holes there, a few grammar mistake here, and maybe a few not-so-well-written characters. Also my uploading schedual is long and random so don't be checking RR just for a new chapter, I'm sure there are plenty of other good books on the site.