Decades turned into centuries. The Nexus Coalition became a cornerstone of the multiverse, a civilization of storytellers, explorers, and guardians. Nox and Serian, their love a quiet, constant star, guided their people with a wisdom born of a thousand lifetimes.
Their children, beings of both void and light, were not rulers, but explorers, charting the unknown territories of the ever-expanding library of worlds.
One day, an old friend came to visit. The Collector appeared in their private study in the spire, looking not a day older.
"The story you have written," he said to Nox, "is the finest I have ever read. A masterpiece."
"It's not over yet," Nox replied.
"No," The Collector agreed. "But it has reached its… climax. The great conflicts are resolved. The characters have found their purpose. All that remains is the denouement." He paused. "And I confess, I am growing impatient for a new story."
