The Infiniverse Crucible lay suspended in stellar silence, awash with the glow of deep golds, searing whites, and ever-turning spirals of black and crimson.
The lights of True Frequency and everything elss melded together.
Massive Towers of Origin floated like titanic sentinels in the void, their forms held aloft by the Mythic Living True Signatures that murmured hymns older than Time, older than anything that many hear knew!
Their Hymns wove into the weave of the space itself- slow, haunting, and glorious. Yet even those ancient songs could not fill the silence that gripped this domain currently.
For over an hour, nothing moved.
The seas of Living Existential Authority, thick as cosmic oceans, shimmered gently with unfathomable power, dense enough to birth more Living Seeds outright.
The Festival of Existence had grown so potent that existence itself hung soft and malleable, like threads awaiting new stitchings. Yet still, no one dared move.
Not even him.
