Far above the countless layered heavens.
Far beyond mortal realms.
Far beyond Ascendant territories.
Far beyond even the upper realms where ancient Overgods ruled endlessly over worlds and bloodlines.
There existed a place untouched by ordinary existence.
A place where concepts themselves flowed like oceans.
Where stars were born and extinguished silently beneath the gaze of ancient beings older than civilizations.
And within that immeasurable darkness—
A throne floated.
Massive.
Ancient.
Forged entirely from endless black curses writhing like living serpents around its structure.
The throne stood alone within a realm of eternal silence where even time moved strangely, bending unnaturally beneath overwhelming conceptual authority.
Around it floated countless worlds.
Not real worlds.
Manifestations.
Each one containing endless curse threads connected to lower realms, upper realms, civilizations, bloodlines, emotions, hatred, resentment, despair, and death.
