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, just what reigns supreme?
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As Noah thought about the wonder that was Calliope, in the distance…the golden blade fell, and it fell as a rebellion given edge and gravity!
Alcaeus the Champion, rewritten by a pen he had never consented to, plunged downward through the dead air of the Cluster as a sword Gigaparsecs long, his inscribed foot the white-hot tip, and he crashed with the whole of his stolen weight into THE INFINITY EATER's abyssal infinite sea of Dimensionality!
There was no burst of heat. No detonation of fire!
