He floated across boundless darkness for an indeterminate amount of time.
Time did not press its claims out here, and THE Creature did not press his! He drifted through the frothing black with his body folded in upon itself, knees drawn up, obsidian flames banked low around his body, curled the way a thing is curled when it is newly born, and in a manner of speaking…he was.
For around his folded form, roiling waves of a deep Ananke Intent burned!
The digestion had finished somewhere in the drifting dark. Two Gilded True Lifeforms had rendered down to their last weavings within his depths, and their essense had carried him across the threshold he had approached for so long, and the second order of Intent now turned around him in slow tidal revolutions, inevitability wearing obsidian, and beneath it, his weight felt even more immense. As if everything he had ever carried had settled at last.
He did not open his eyes for any of it.
