The Editor moved first.
Not to erase me.
To end everything around me.
Stories collapsed.
Genres shattered.
The Regulator dissolved into raw punctuation.
Only two things remained:
The Editor.
And me So this is your last option.
No frame.
No audience.
No continuation.
Just silence trying to close.
I took a step forward.
The void cracked YOU CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT A STORY,
the Editor declared.
I looked at it calmly.
You're wrong.
I reached out not with power
But with authority.The Editor attempted one final revision.
It failed.
Because Narrative Sovereignty rejected unilateral edits.
Because Unending Clause denied closure.
Because I no longer required a role.
The Editor fractured not destroyed
Invalidated.
Its edits unraveled into nothing.Silence returned.
But this time
It didn't try to end me.
Aethern's roots spread again.
Nyx stood, shaking but alive.
Selene saw futures open ones.
I exhaled slowly.
The story resumed.
Not because it had to.
But because I allowed it.