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You sit atop the wreckage of your throne. What used to be the most magnificent shrine made in your honor was now little more than a mountain of shrapnel and debris. You lay back and rest your hands on your chest, grasping your tattered blazer and pulling it tighter around your shoulders. As the violence continues below you, you reflect on how tired you feel. You have all the power in the world and the ability to see a trillion lifetimes, but you just want to sleep. You think back to where it all went wrong. You remember losing all your money and your home. You remember each of your loved one's deaths, never able to escape the pain of outliving everyone around you. You remember the first bomb going off and the shorelines flooding. The world has become so unrecognizable from the life you remember, and you can't help but curse the day you ever met that damn Djinn. Despite your best efforts, you are powerless to reverse the end of the world.
You close your eyes and attempt to sleep as the sun fades behind the thick clouds of ash filling the sky. No matter what lie ahead, you know you will remain cursed to see experience it all until the end of time. An all powerful being with no power left in his soul.
Your new future is infinite, and your fate sealed.