((Because I feel like ominous forecasts))
The man floats. And he sees. He watches. He watches the death, the pain, the suffering. He watches the hate, the fear, the prejudice. And through it all, he smiles. The man simply float, content to watch, as a thousand wars are waged. A billion children cry. And he watches them all. Once, he would hav cried tears. Once, he would have screamed. Once..... but now he is content to smile.
The man is named Mark. Or was. Or will be. And he was going to destroy the multiverse. That was what he knew. had he already destroyed the universe? No. It was still in the future, he knew. His time was not yet. The sacrifices were not yet complete. However, it would come to pass.
Patiently, the End would wait. And the End floated. And the End watched. And all the while, he smiles.