What happens to all those abandoned worlds, where there’s no one to turn their gears anymore.
There is a strange sense of loss to be felt for all the times when a writer has stopped pushing a story forward. Be this a completed story or not, or even a more broad worldbuilding project. Their creator has forsaken them, left them to experience a very finite timeline until forever.
Wars left undecided, fates of peoples uncertain, lives in endless jeopardy, unmended relations, towers half-built, meals never finished, never digested. That final period, that last dot of ink, seals it all in for good.
Do creatives have a moral obligation to take care of their creations until they’re self-sufficient? Should they? This sounds like it could use some planned parenthood kind of program.
Not to mention, the cracks of incompleteness are where fan-fiction thrives.