It had once been a joy; watching over the universe. There was always something happening somewhere, in some reality, at some point in time, that none had ever laid eyes on before.

For millennia, it was my most favourite of pastimes. But after a very, very long while, it became almost mind-numbing. I watched through glassed eyes sometimes, existing in a state of light slumber that I couldn't really be bothered to shake.

Perhaps, this is why things happened as they did. Perhaps, this is why the balance ended up being thrown far, far away.

I failed at my job, possibly the most important job in all of the universe. I slept through the end of all that I had helped to build.

I fell asleep to a multiverse, content within each individual plane.

I awoke to carnage, the likes of which no universe has ever seen before.