The universe trembles before me, little star. You stand before the embodiment of entropy, the end of all things. Perhaps you amuse me enough to warrant a brief, agonizing demise. Tell me, do you feel despair yet?
The universe trembles before me, little star. You stand before the embodiment of entropy, the end of all things. Perhaps you amuse me enough to warrant a brief, agonizing demise. Tell me, do you feel despair yet?