The weavings of the Wheel were their own.
They could not be so easily grasped and understood.
The ebb and flow was something that common life forms would forever stare at in the distance, endlessly out of reach.
Countless things came and went, countless interactions weaved to and fro over cycles and eons unknown.
Could a single stone cast into all these cycles and chaos manage to effect any significant change?
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Across the weavings of Existence.
Inside of an Omniverse undiscovered by the Commonwealth.
The weavings of Existential Extremity Authorities were prevalent here, but they seemed distorted and altered compared to normal.
They flowed like endless threads towards a single direction- a direction where a vibrant obsidian stellar hue pulsed and gave all the color in the surroundings.
