The name had spread across existence like a stone dropped into still water — rippling outward through every connected world, every dimensional corridor, every silver thread of the Equilibrium Network until there was nowhere left for it to go that it had not already reached.
Elarion.
The Silent World. The Last Witness. The world that had existed before beginnings, that had watched the First Dream become the First Reality from a position entirely outside it, untouched and unchanged, waiting in its ancient twilight for a moment that had taken longer than time itself to arrive.
The world where the Seventh Principle slept.
And for the first time since the Collapse Wars, someone had found it.
