Calling this a seed was the closest that Rowan's mind could convey, but it was something much more than that; its shape reminded him of the time of his birth.
This seed was not a nascent Reality; it was something different, and for the fact that Primordial Soul had sacrificed so much to keep it safe, even using her death as a method of hiding it only made Rowan curious.
The only entity that he knew whose nature was closest to his own was either the Primordials or the Primordial Beasts; what else could there be?
It was his curiosity that dragged him out of the lethargic state he found himself in, as Rowan's eyes lit up a bit when he sent his perception over to the seed to analyze what it was.
The first thing he saw was the boundary surrounding this seed. Unlike any mortal or immortal seed, it had no shell, only a boundary of what Rowan would describe as solidified silence.
