The stability of the Dodeca-Verse had reached a point of "Creative Equilibrium," a state where the liquid magic of the Thirteenth Sun and the rigid logic of the original twelve had finally stopped fighting and started to "Dance." Aegis, the Tier 50 Source-Warrior, found himself with a rare commodity in the life of a Reality God: "Idleness." He was no longer a general or a midwife; he was a gardener of the infinite, tending to the "Unwritten Zones" with a casual, practiced grace.
It was during one of these quiet patrols near the "Tidal Wall" of the Seventh Universe that Aegis noticed a "Texture" that did not belong to his creation. It was not a breach of the abyss, nor was it a leak from the Iron Sector. It was a "Crease" in the very air, a thin, vertical line of "Absolute White" that seemed to exist "Behind" the golden waves of the ocean.
