A being like Krynnex-Of-No-Memory, was one of the few miracles of the Origin Tree, a creature whose paths could diverge from the roots of the tree, and who may have the very slim chance of becoming tenth dimensional beings one day, but the flavors of the Painter had snuffed out this promise in its cradle.
Not even the Primordials knew everything that was happening around the Origin Tree, since it was just too big for their perception to wrap around.
Perhaps if any of them knew what was happening to this unique miracle of the Origin Tree, they would have emerged to fight against it… but Existence was just too vast.
Like a mortal looking into the vastness of the universe and knowing that it was impossible to reach the most distant star in their vision, it was the same for the Primordials, despite all their gifts.
The audience in the seventy-thousandth tier of the Painter's face savored the moment a being committed itself to its own perfect erasure.
