In a location far removed from the myriad realms of creation. Within the expanse of infinity. A being rested with its gaze closed.
Its form had no fixed shape as it looked like a living manifestation of darkened chains that disappeared into infinity.
What should've been its head was nothing more than an inverted golden anchor from which the impossibly numerous chains originated.
The domain of solitude. The sole realm of the administrator, Anchor.
"Samsara…" a voice rumbled through the infinite realm of solitude as the golden anchor stirred, the sound of rattling chains filling the entire expanse as a crack split through the middle of the inverted anchor-like head and an eye opened.
"Sneaking into my realm will pose no benefits for you, so I suggest you stop acting like a rat." The voice of the administrator, Anchor, was unlike anything mortal ears would ever be allowed to hear, as it was jarring and disturbing in its archaic grandeur.
