The silence of the rest of reality was pushed behind me as I took in the appearance of the being before me.
It didn't look like anything that was. Yet it looked like everything that is.
There was no fixed shape to it. Yet there was a shape to fix it to.
Upon gazing at it, only one thought crossed my mind.
"It is done?"
"Ahh… so it is indeed true. The offspring of devouring has truly awakened. They will be blessed, it would seem my master shall be the one to FINALLY break the chains of infinity, just as it should be, as the only one true being with no end should always be FINALITY, the inevitable end of endings themselves." The thing spoke in the same grandeur fear had, but its voice wasn't one of an amalgamation of despairing voices, no, its voice was one of perfected assurance. There was not a single ounce of doubt to be found. It was like its words were already a foregone conclusion that reality had already adjusted to.
