THE Secretive Eon appeared in a domain that existed between Observable and Unobservable.
The space measured only a mile wide in diameter, a pocket of stability carved into the boundary separating what could be perceived from what could not. Beyond its edges, swirling weavings of Unobservable wrapped around the domain in configurations that would have driven lesser beings mad merely from proximity. The darkness there moved with purpose, pressing against the domain's boundaries without quite breaching them.
Within this small sanctuary, vibrant green grasses covered the ground in carpets that should not have been possible given the forces surrounding them. A simple white hut stood at the center, its construction humble and unremarkable, the kind of dwelling that suggested meditation rather than habitation. This place had been hidden for eons, known only to one existence in all of Observable Existence.
Until now.
