I and my brother stopped engaging with each other, for there was an uninvited guest invading our home.
The Hex. Highly intelligent machines that once caused immense trouble for our mother when she had not yet reached ascension.
They spotted us, and we spotted them. War was then ensured.
The battlefield was of an inter-universal scale.
We turned galaxies and superclusters into weapons against them, and they fought back with reality-defying mechanisms. They configured reality as if it was a data program made of information, and they could thus forcefully delete, rename, reconstruct, move, or create what they wished. Very problematic.
I asked for help from our brother Penumbra, and we three, alongside some of our offspring, contended against the hefty machines for an entire year.
The battlefield reached a scope that eventually reached the eyes and ears of the Queen.
She was not pleased.