Existence breathes, and epochs pass, leaving Civilizations that become monuments, then crumble to memory, and are long forgotten when that breath comes again. In all these epochs, Infinity reigns supreme.
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What the fuck?!
This thought ran through Sororis Prima Prabhavati's consciousness on continuous loop as she moved backward through the multicolored sea of the Wandering Territories with a franticness she would later refuse to admit had been franticness, because the monstrous thing that had appeared above her continued charging through everything she deployed against it even as hundreds of Gilded Ones materialized in the surrounding space.
She had thought Relictus immediately.
The thought had lasted approximately two seconds before her perceptual apparatus corrected her, because this thing carried no weavings of THE Primordial Source whatsoever. No obsidian depth beneath the surface.
