Morathis listened to the assessment with an expression that grew more sorrowful with each word. When she spoke, her voice carried the weight of terrible knowledge.
"I wish those perceptions were true. I wish THE Living Existences were simply powerful beings playing games with reality for their amusement. That would be... manageable. Predictable, even."
She moved to a window that showed not outside…but elsewhen, displaying Shores that existed in parallel possibilities.
"THE Living Paradox has broken the restraints placed upon it all those years ago." The words fell like stones into still water, creating ripples that would never stop spreading.
"It hasn't been long…time moves strangely at those levels, but thousands of Early Veiled Shores have shattered. Not destroyed, not conquered, but shattered, as if their very existence was retroactively made impossible."
Her tails writhed with agitation that transcended physical movement.
