I am the Bad Wolf...

Burning. Burning. From the first whisper of time to the dying screams of eternity. Everything burns. So much. No room. More. Please God, more.

This is what he sees?

Every unimaginable spectrum. Each light so small, so insignificant and yet so bright. Lives that burn and twist and writhe. Bright sparks in the murk of infinity, begging to be touched.

This is what he is?

Let me be like him. Please. Endless. Forever. All that is, was and ever could be. Burning on the edges of each possibility and every forsaken alternative.

...I create myself.