The Crystal King at the end of Eternity.

His Kingdom was made of crystals, and stones. Seas of liquid minerals. Mountains of diamonds and golds scuffed with carbon, dust, and more stones. His days were an eternity, as were his nights. The transition from glistening to shadowy as drawn out as it was sudden. For across a large enough span very little counted.

The King stood still. In this expanse movement was imperceptible, a distraction, unimportant. To reach this place the King had shifted and moved across the spectrum of all states, across eons of time and infinity of space. Movement even as a thought was a dream. For what had gained matter was stillness. 

The King's crown of purple jagged crystals. Face of blue-gray tints. Eyes shaped like inverted pyramids seeing equally within and without, no distinction. The upper body swept down in a translucence of crystals that shimmered yellow-gold. The lower body set in stone, in a quarry as dark as absence. One would be able to glean other characteristics by the inversion of light and dark brought upon the occasional play of celestial matter. 

From most perspectives the Crystal king seemed to pivot into thought as if leaning into the weight of things. It was after all where and why he had settled. It was here in this home, this kingdom, that he had chosen to deal with all that was suspended. Having to sit with all that was passed over, and moved through. 

It was a penance. A communion. A meditation on all that ever was in a place that could only be meant for this. If one were to look closer a gleam of moisture would sometimes be seen trailing from his eyes. At other times the shadow play seemed to mark a smirk. The Crystal King pleased with what unfolded. When that happened he would look out with a lit pyramid eye across the expanse of creation.

What he would see from the edge of this universe was a glorious spectacle were all the seasons, states of matter, and celestial bliss danced before his eyes. Crystalline powder glistened across valleys full of all the precious elements vibrating by the act of being seen. All of its subjects warmly bathed by the fusion of a myriad of stars. All held in place by the settled blackness that at a distance seemed to stand court from afar. 

And it was in this act of worship that the crystal king once again leaned into it all.