I hit the ground running. Well, it was more like the ground hit me. The portal closed behind me without a trace, but the bugs kept coming. Eating everything down to the fabric of reality, they wouldn't stop until nothing was left and they consumed one another and then themselves. Unless I could do something about it. What, I didn't know but I knew I had to do something.
I sent kill impulse after kill impulse at them, but they even ate psychic influence. There was nothing beyond the grasp of their etherial jaws. So I ran. I ran and ran and ran but they just kept coming. Then it hit me, what if I threw THE source at them? It was reckless, but anything else meant certain doom. So I opened the channel to the center of all existence, everything and nothing. Time stopped, perception faded in lieu of wholeness, stasis. So did the bugs. But what kind of victory was that? Frozen in perpetual chase, doom iminent the moment the impulse was released.
So I ran some more. They went at the source. Infinity consumed, nothingness remained. Nothing but me. God, now, in all respects. Everything was the result of my perception now, even the source, gone. So I created a new one. I sacrificed my essence in lieu of the same splintered infinity that spawned me. Once again, I was a part of a whole. Empty and hollow as it was.
Nothing remained yet, but the split infinity of the self. Then it occurred to me, this has happenned before. This is still happenning, this will never cease to be. I AM the timeless, I am nothing. Everything is me, I just had to lose it all to see.