After living for so long, Eos knew that beauty could sometimes be found in the oddest of places, and this garden was not what he was expecting to find during his battle with the Ancient Primordials.
Even he, as a Grand Creator, had never seen a garden like this.
In it, flowers of every color bloomed, each one a different life, a different possibility, a different choice.
Trees grew from branches, each one a different world, a different Existence, a different kind of hope.
"I remember," Vorthas said, and his voice was like a song. "I remember what it was like to create. Not just to consume everything, but to create. Five seconds as Primordial Life, that was all the time I had to know this feeling before it was taken away from me… thank you, Eos, for giving me the courage to find it again."
His form slowly dissolved into light, and from that light, a world emerged that hung over the garden like a green sun.
