In the void where reality twisted into ribbons of light and darkness, where space-time groaned, where rules shattered again and again under the weight of cosmic paradoxes, two figures stood—unfathomable and eternal. Their forms shimmered, neither fully seen nor completely absent, as if their existence itself mocked perception.

'Fate' murmured one, its voice a harmony of countless echoes, each word resonating through the boundless chaos. It raised a hand, fingers made of shadows and stardust, holding a planet no larger than a marble.

'Truly, it is an art—your cruelty—to shape fate and place its weight upon the shoulders of a mere child.'

' Ahh, I see, you seek an end to the war of eons,'

'It seems the blood of your descendants has tempered you, softening the edges once honed by ages past.'

'I care not for the blood that binds me, nor for yours. What I seek is beyond lineage or sentiment—an end, final and unyielding, that will consume all.' the other replied, an unseen smile curving in its tone—a sound that made galaxies tremble.

'I must concede, you see more clearly than I had given you credit for.' The entity's grasp tightened, and for an instant, the chaos fell silent, as if holding its breath. With a flick of its wrist, the planet crumbled into a whisper of cosmic dust, dissolving into the currents of the void. A heartbeat later, the stillness shattered, and the place of chaos erupted with wild, unbridled light, devouring the remnants of what had once been.