The Last Thought of God: IV. The Flaw Revealed

But peace is a lie.
I see that now.

For in their songs, discord crept.
In their questions, anger bloomed.
And in their freedom… destruction was born.

I did not give them the hunger.
Or so I told myself.
But the moment I gave them choice, I gave them ruin.

It began quietly.
Small conflicts.
A voice raised not in wonder, but in rage.

And then, like cracks in glass, it spread.
They turned their brilliance to weapons.
Their questions to accusations.
Their prayers… to screams.

I watched them tear each other apart.
I listened to the cries I could not silence.
And I realized…

It was not hatred that doomed them.
It was life itself.

I had crafted existence with a flaw so fundamental that it could not be undone.
Free will.
The gift I thought made them beautiful… ensured their end.

They were not the architects of their destruction.
I was.

I tried to stop it.

I whispered into their dreams.
I reached into their hearts, though it tore at my own.
I begged them, though they never heard.
Or worse… they heard, and chose differently.

I watched their world burn.
I watched the blue turn black.

And when their world died, the fire spread.
Not of flame… but of failure.

World by world.
Star by star.
Every fragile thread of the tapestry I had woven unraveled into nothing.

The universe consumed itself.
A chain of endings, inevitable as breath once was.

And I, their silent architect, could only watch.
I who made them.
I who named them life.

I thought myself a creator.
But in truth…

I was the end.