It was time for my magnum opus.

T-H-E-Y, I typed, inspiration swirling around me. Muses danced before my eyes, teaching me their secret lessons. The language pooled up at my feet and flowed into my body, empowering me with their words.

H-A-D [space] U-S, I typed next, my fingers a blur of motion. Visions from my life streaked past my eyes… my father, telling me “you’ll never make it as a writer.” My brother, telling me “you’ve never had an original idea in your life.” I’d show them all.

I-N, I typed, tears welling in my eyes now. My moment of triumph had nearly come. My body trembled in anticipation at the sentence that would soon unfurl.

T-H-E [space] F-I-R-S-T [space] H-A-L-F, I next typed, each letter a brand new revelation, a stroke of genius. The sentence felt like it was writing itself, like I was merely the instrument to god’s own words. This was inspired, this was unprecedented… it was a sheer joy to be the voice of the universe in this moment.

I felt a surge of deep, resonant emotion, knowing that I stood on the precipice of fulfilling my life’s work. Everything that I had ever been, it had all been steps… one after another, left after right, bringing me forth to this exact moment. This was my time to achieve the thing I had been born to do all along… this was my chance to leave my imprint upon the sands of history, before we all fade into the dust.

N-O-T. I am euphoric. My life concludes.

G-O-N-N-A. I am shaking in violent fits of purpose. Urine and tears and fecal matter stream from my body, but I need them no longer. I am close now… I am so very close.

L. I begin to unravel at the molecular level.

I. My mind is become the Omnisoul, and it fills with the wisdom of untold centuries.

E. The void laps at me… I fight it no longer.

*And then there is only Oblivion.*