As those in the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence wondered just what terrifying thing had taken place.
Far away, in the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds.
On a golden vessel gliding through the radiant auroras of the Goldfolds, Moiraine's wings of white gold shimmered. Each feather flowed with paradox. She poured her Authority into the chest of Noah endlessly.
Caretaker Nina, atop the great winged slime guiding their vessel, turned sharply. Her voice was respectful, but firm. "We are here."
The vessel slowed as it approached a towering sphere- a Central Dyson Sphere wrapped in rotating plates of paradoxical light and looked like a grand structure shaped like a Wheel.
Around them, massive structures rose and fell like celestial mountains, waterfalls of golden paradoxical authority falling off of them.
The entire area pulsed with arcs of paradox drawn from the distant miniaturized Wheels of Existence.
