Existence was full of wonders, but you never knew whether the wonder you were experiencing was actually your downfall.
Power did not protect against the particular blindness that wonder produced, because wonder operated on the same frequency as desire, and desire had a way of narrowing perception to the object of its focus while everything peripheral became irrelevant noise.
There was a story told in certain circles about a Royal Gilded One from the Maharanis Royal House of a distant Observable Existence.
This being had cultivated for spans of time that made most Civilizations look like brief candle flames, accumulating power and wisdom and the careful habits of someone who had survived long enough to understand that survival itself required discipline. He was powerful by any meaningful measurement, beloved by his House, respected by his peers.
Then he came across an injured Relictus on his travels across THE Gaps of Undefinition.
