Ruination remained quiet, her gaze catching on a particularly striking Living Origin whose body was made entirely of white-petaled vines.
The being walked with slow, thunderous steps while celestial butterflies hovered around it, whispering concepts of restoration and reverence.
"Some of us take forms more... poetic," Bastet chuckled, her ears flicking. "I chose the shape that formed my body the day my Tower was born. There are others like me- plants, animals, stars, even ideas that walk. This is Maes, after all."
Overhead, a storm of white-gold clouds of Beginnings swirled around the grandest structure in all of Maes.
It was the Sanctum of Halorem- the Central Tower of Maes.
It was so tall it vanished into the upper layers of conceptual fog. Surrounding it were dozens of orbiting Wheels of Existence, each larger than Omniverses and small as worlds at the same time, some colliding and intertwining like slow, delicate dances of origins.
