A contemplative prologue to something epic. And of course, there had to be a woman involved somewhere, as motivation for destroying the world. I sympathise somewhat, although I’m also reserving judgement until I find out what the narrator has actually done.

Great hooks in here! “Life, this unyielding mass of misfortune, was the fuel.” I hope to see more.

Starts a bit preachy, for my tastes, but comes around.

I can, sadly, relate to that feeling of wanting to watch everything washed/burned away.

Any plans for this?