"Let's get to work!" he said, and began using the authority, which, once put into motion, began to shrink the distance.
But what he encountered utterly baffled him.
"Why is nothing happening?" he said, confused by the situation before him.
"Why isn't my authority working?" he added, still perplexed but now also slightly disheartened.
"One more time!"
'Bzzzzzzzz.'
The space only trembled, but nothing happened. Infinity couldn't comprehend why, yet he persisted.
"Why isn't it working?!" he shouted, pouring even more authority into his efforts. Yet again, the space merely shuddered.
'bzzz'
"Why?! All I want is to reach the end!" he cried, his voice laden with helplessness and anger as the one thing he yearned for suddenly seemed unattainable.
"Why? Is it because my authority is insufficient? Why?" he asked himself, desperate and despondent, his face and posture radiating helplessness and despair.
He continued to search for answers but tried again nonetheless.
"Once more!" he said, channeling his authority as before, but to no avail. He tried again.
'....'
Desperation consumed him, and he tried over and over.
"One more time!" But no matter his attempts, they remained fruitless. Eventually, he stopped and began to ponder the cause of his failure once more.
"Is it because I'm too weak?" he asked himself, consumed with self-blame. He wondered if he was at fault, that he wasn't strong enough.
He blamed himself and continued searching for answers, helpless as the one thing he sought drifted ever further out of reach.
Days turned into months...
Months into years...
Years into centuries...
And still, he lingered, trapped in a cycle of self-recrimination and helplessness.
Millennia passed.
And still, he remained, lost in his despair. But then, unexpectedly, his thoughts shifted. They found something new.
"Could it be that, as the law of this omniverse, I cannot leave it?" he asked, resignation evident in his voice.
His expression carried exhaustion he had never known—a look of relentless desperation born of striving for the one thing that mattered.
But after all his time stuck in one place, he finally understood that the end was untouchable.
Unreachable.
It was a place he could never attain.
Suddenly, realization struck, and something in his consciousness began to crack.
'Clink.'
'Clink!'
'Clink!'
'Crack!'
And then, it shattered completely.
What poured into his consciousness was something he had never anticipated:
Knowledge.
Knowledge of how everything had been created—a knowledge that had always existed in his subconscious but only now revealed itself.
For the first time in his existence, Infinity felt something foreign.
He felt pain.
'Ugggh,' he groaned, clutching his head in agony.
Moments later, the pain intensified.
'Arghhh!'
'Argh!'
He screamed and screamed. His agony seemed unending.
Suddenly, the space beside him tore open. From within emerged a hand that looked as ancient as creation itself.
The hand touched his head, and the pain ceased immediately.
Infinity felt the hand, and soon, the pain stopped.
"What is happening?" he asked himself, overwhelmed by the flood of information.
"[Yu ere nevr sppsed t aquire ths knwlede ths way, child,]" spoke a voice so ancient that its words were nearly incomprehensible to Infinity.
"Who... are you?" he asked, turning toward the rift from which the ancient hand had emerged.
"[You ned not knw tht yet,]" the ancient voice replied, incomprehensible to Infinity.
Then the hand touched Infinity's head again, and he lost consciousness.
"This is for the best," said the ancient voice, now clear to us.
"[And why d* you repat eveythig?... Neer mind.]"*
The hand withdrew into the rift, which quickly returned to its original state.
Infinity remained, engulfed in a slumber that would last for centuries.
..................
Centuries later
900 years later, to be exact
...................
"Nngh," Infinity stirred, awakening but still feeling a dull ache in his head.
"W...what happened?" he asked himself, unable to recall anything from after his subconscious shattered.
"Why did I fall asleep? And why do I feel a headache?" he questioned, trying to piece together what had transpired.
But he found nothing. Or rather, he found only emptiness. The last thing he could remember was his failure to reach the end of the omniverse.
What he didn't realize was the presence of false memories implanted by the ancient being—memories that convinced him he had given up and no longer sought the end.
"Huu, I guess it's time to head back," he said to himself, deciding to return to where it had all begun.
"Let's go," he declared, turning toward the direction he had come from.
What awaited him, however, would be something entirely unexpected.