He was the constant, in his small bubble of unreality. Around him, universes would form, live, grow, explode, shrink, die, repeat.
And he could sense all of it.
Every birth, every death, all love, all hate, every aspect of every creature in every universe, he could feel all that they could.
Having lived for googols of years, one would expect him to have gone mad and no longer care about the petty lives of insignificant worms.
But he had a focal point to guide his existence.
Waiting to find a creature uglier than this one ugly guy in universe #7885...
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