In the Blind Eternities, the only thing you can be sure of is that nothing is set in stone. Of course, given the impermanence of rocks in the infinite multiverse, the parable loses its gravitas, but you get the point. Across endless parallel universes, there will be infinite variations of the same thing. But eventually, perpetual chaos begets order.

Suppose you draw infinite curves on a sheet of paper. Some will overlap, and some will be parallel. And some will have such minor differences that differentiating between them would be pedantic. Now, if the paper was a space with infinite dimensions, those curves would represent different worlds and their timelines, practically but not accurately. This analogy is quite limited and does not fully represent the Blind Eternities. But it represents how different worlds can have similarities.

If you take a clumped cluster of worldlines and average them out, you get a timeline of how things go. A canonical timeline, if you will. It can also be represented as stories.

As an example of such stories, here is a brief meta-overview of one:
It begins with a species of space worms trying to survive the heat death of the universe by consuming resources. These worms consume anything and everything, including each other. A parasitic species, unable to comprehend the Blind Eternities, like a frog in a well.

But today's story is not of that. Today's story begins with a Demon Lord.

Father smacks me on the head.

"Pay attention. It's not every day a god dies."

Who do you think we fought against? This is their end. I don't want to acknowledge them. Nevertheless, I suppress my thoughts, shut my book, and reluctantly mumble my agreement.

Obeying Father, I focus on the God. A magnificent creature, it could pass for a person if not for its demeanor. Physically, it was a peak specimen, but something about its bearing made it supernatural. It could not be mistaken for anything other than divinity. The souls of the dead sustained divinity, that was born from the faith. How the mighty fell.

An ensemble of trumpets announced the arrival of the executioner. He walked like a man carrying the weight of the world, for indeed he was. Killing a God carried grave consequences. When an Archmage slew Hades, God of the Dead and Riches, the King of the Underworld cursed them to become invisible and forgotten. Their name forever lost to all. Moreover, all gold became tarnished black, and gems lost their luster. This left a permanent stain on all the wealth extracted from the earth that lacked magical protection.

The poor executioner stepped onto the stage, likely wondering what curse he would carry.

A thin man wearing red robes walked onto the stage. He unfurled a scroll and made an announcement. "Helios, the God of the Sun, stands accused of acts of divinity, tyranny, causing droughts, desertification, multiple counts of assault, sexual assault and murder. It is possible for a god to renounce their godhood, thereby absolving themselves of the crime of having divinity. Helios will be given the opportunity to do so."

As the announcer waved his hand, the chains around Helios' head loosened.

"Pay attention. It's not every day a god dies," says Father, smacking me on the head.

What do you think we fought in the war? This is the last of them. But I don't want to give them any attention because the worst insult you can receive from anyone is to be ignored. It's the one that hurts the most. But I silence my thoughts, close my book and mumble out an agreement.

Obeying Father, I focus on the god. A magnificent creature, it could pass for a person if not for its demeanor. Physically, it was a peak specimen but something about its bearing made it supernatural. It could not be mistaken for anything other than divinity. Divinity, born from the faith, sustained by the souls of countless dead. How the mighty fell.

In the Blind Eternities, the only thing you can be sure of is that nothing is set in stone. Of course, given the impermanence of rocks in the infinite multiverse, it loses it's gravitas, but it gets the point across. In the endless parallel universes, there will be infinite variations of the same thing. But even perpetual chaos has order. And most variants of the same world have commonalities. A canon, if you will. For example, a space whale that grants powers based on a person's trauma might visit an ordinary world with ordinary people. A completely ordinary world with no supernature. A variation of that world could begin the same way. An ordinary world, where supernatural exists only in stories. But a demon lord of extraordinary power visits this one, whose apperance heralds the coming of the supernatural. And unknowing, sets off the wings of the butterly, bringing the storm of his end.