The End...
It felt the stars all around it. It could almost reach out and touch them - but something stopped it. Some kind if field kept it enclosed, in its own little universe. But that was alright, wasn't it? It was safe here. It could not be defeated here. Perhaps it had always been here.
It thought about the powers it possessed and it had just imagined that, for a time, it had control over several of the Individuals. It thought that it may well be prone to dreaming. Had it dreamt that? After all, hadn't that been what it did? In the time before?
There was a rushing sensation now. When it concentrated, it could sense the endless currents of the Void spinning about it. It didn't know how long it had been falling. Perhaps it had always been falling.
It tried to move itself beyond the box, employing the magical effect that one of the Individuals had used on it previously, but found that it couldn't. It tried to call out for assistance, bring other Individuals to it, but found out that, once again, it couldn't.
So, for a while, it screamed. Perhaps it had always been screaming.