Existence breathes, and epochs pass, leaving Civilizations that become monuments, then crumble to memory, and are long forgotten when that breath comes again. In all these epochs, Infinity reigns supreme.
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Golden rivers flowed in every direction, dense currents of Observable force moving through this domain with purpose that required no external guidance.
THE Secretive Eon sat within these rivers, her form surrounded by brilliance that would have overwhelmed any Bounded existence foolish enough to enter this space. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. Her golden eyes, still bearing the permanent alterations from her unsealing, observed an illusory screen floating before her position.
The screen displayed Grimvault and Noah and the confrontation unfolding in that distant region of THE Wastes.
