The future self remained utterly grand and magisterial. As if all of existence trembling around them were nothing.
{We made ourselves a leader of the dreams of Humans. We draw our strength from those dreams.}
{And you will find, more and more, how little the dreams and lives of those you rule matter to anyone else.}
Inside the bubble, the light burned steady.
{To uphold your dream, and to keep those you rule from being scattered into ash, you must stand without peer. Trust no narrative of others. Build your own. And let it encompass everything.}
The figure lifted its head, and its voice rose for the first time, rolling out of the bubble and through the frozen Heart like a tide through an empty harbor.
{Existence breathes, and epochs pass. They leave behind Civilizations that become monuments, that crumble into memory, that are long forgotten by the time that breath comes again.}
{And through all of those epochs, Infinity reigns supreme.}
WAA!
{We reign supreme.}
