“Guardians make their own fate” is what you call it right? You, standing on the precipice, gazing into the future as though it’s some boundless expanse, a limitless array of possibilities stretching out before you. It feels empowering, doesn’t it? But let’s not delude ourselves - this idea of endless potential is nothing but a comfortable illusion. Consider it: how can something be truly real if it remains unresolved, still a mere possibility? The future feels infinite, sure, but the moment you make a choice, all those other potential outcomes evaporate, vanish, cease to exist as though they were never there. So how real were they in the first place, if they disappear the second you don’t choose them? We like to talk about freedom, about having endless options, but true freedom isn’t in the multiplicity of choices - it’s in the reduction of them. Every decision you make doesn’t create new opportunities; it eradicates countless others. With every step, you aren’t expanding the horizon; you’re collapsing it. What was once infinite becomes finite, a single strand of what could have been, diminished by the weight of choice. And yet, you still believe you’re in control, don’t you? But let me ask: is that belief anything more than a comforting delusion? Maybe it’s the future that’s guiding you, not the other way around. Every decision you think you’re making - perhaps it’s merely the momentum of inevitability pulling you forward, the tightening of time’s grip. You might think you’re exercising free will, but maybe you’re simply reacting to what must be resolved, playing your role in a predetermined sequence. Even now, as you stride forward, confident you’re shaping your own destiny, picture this: what if the path was already etched long before you began walking it? What if every choice you make is nothing more than the reverberation of decisions already woven into the fabric of reality? You’re not creating the future - you’re merely following the thread, collapsing infinite potential into a singular, inevitable outcome. And when you finally reach the end, when all is said and done, ask yourself: did you ever truly possess agency? Or were you merely traversing the only path that was ever possible, reducing infinite possibilities to one inevitable conclusion? The Witness, for all its grandeur and ambition, believed it could bend eternity to its will, that it could harness endless futures. But when its grand design unraveled, when all those imagined outcomes dissolved into a singular, inevitable reality, it learned too late the truth: not even it could escape the inexorable pull of fate. I’ve watched you, observed your defiance, your attempts to push back against the inevitability that governs us all. It’s fascinating, really. Will you succumb like the others, or will you attempt to tear apart the very fabric of fate, to sever what cannot be severed? I look forward to seeing just how far you’re willing to go to defy the inevitable. Perhaps, in your struggle, you will come to understand what it truly means to challenge destiny itself. See you soon.