Somewhere at the end of a universe, a bar sits, nearly empty.
It's a nice bar, clean and well kept, with booths and tables and a set of stairs that lead up. There's a cozy looking fireplace in one out of the way corner, surrounded by comfortable looking chairs, all looking quite at home despite themselves. A small side door leads to an outdoors area, and if someone looks carefully, they might see a lake through the door's window. The bar might even be called ordinary, but for the supernovae exploding magnificently outside of its window.
Someone sits miserably huddled in a comfortable chair by the fireplace, mug of dark liquid clutched in his hands. He seems to be quite alone.