## Earth
After making sure everything was done right, he observed whats infront.
Infront as in, it wasn't that he was "standing" somewhere. Orientation was the first lie. His consciousness occupied a coordinate in a framework where "location" was defined by conceptual adjacency, not distance.
He stood in the non-place, the All-Space between stories. Here, there was no "where" or "when" in any mortal sense. The canvas of creation was not black, nor was it empty.
A mirror-like structure, vast and silent, materialized.
Brilliant, violent tears in the fabric of nothingness shone like wounds of light, each a gateway to a different law of physics, a different scream of color. From these rents poured chaotic energies in torrents of raw creation that collided, merged, and annihilated each other in silent, spectacular explosions that birthed short-lived, miniature universes flashing into and out of existence like thoughts.
Sometimes they are grey. Like a grey-white noise, a static of unrealized probability. Think of the hiss on a dead TV channel, but in four spatial dimensions, with a texture like finely grated static.
This was the substrate, the Superflow, in its rawest form. Not a river, but a hurricane of primordial narrative stuff.
An Observational Plane.
Inside, a bundle of temporal threads extended from unknown origins, their tendrils stretching into futures yet unwritten - isolated and silent, like a specimen under a lens. The timeline he had chosen lay before him: the foundational reality of Earth 10005, home of the FOX X-Men series.
Well, he thought with a flicker of amusement, I took a trip from the Disney multiverse straight to the FOX multiverse. Quite the genre shift.
He extended his hand, passing through the universe's barrier as if it were mist. Here, in this higher realm, the threads of the timeline were as tangible as rope. He grasped a bunch of them, and information streams flooded his perception ~ not recent divergences, but long-running timelines with roots stretching back one or two hundred years.
He allowed the cosmic awareness to open once more, but this time, by establishing a connection to these specific timelines, the vision was entirely new. It wasn't the overwhelming noise of the whole multiverse anymore.
Or maybe the mind - LoHP just became better at resolving the signal?
"Eternity ••• Infinity..."
The names surfaced in his mind as he observed the material cosmos in its entirety. The multiversal concepts of these entities resided in a place called Overspace, while their local embodiments lingered at the edges of each individual universe.
Shifting his attention back to the singular universe he was targeting, the view sharpened. He saw withering timelines re-merging with the main tendril, old divergences, isolated packets of reality cut adrift, and the very structure of reality arising from the Superflow in incredible detail.
There were knots joining all the material universe from the rest of it.
Then came the information of the collective consciousness, the subtle shifting of timeline anchors, and the events orbiting key individuals.
He pinched a segment of the filament with his attention, applying a shear force to the probability matrix around it. The "information streams" that flooded him weren't enlightening. They were almost like cold, taxonomic dump of reality code.
His Tempad picked up the aura from the noise: [ENTITY: Mutant]. [NEXUS WEIGHT: 0.89]. [TEMPORAL ANCHOR POINTS: 1832, 1979, 2029]. [STATUS: CONVERGENT]. While he saw through the noise as a vision of Logan within.
***
## Timeline Architecture
Observing closely, he perceived a fundamental truth: the center of this reality was unequivocally Earth. This was a rogue universe, far from the control of any Council of Kangs. Here, no one was artificially designing free will.
In the movies I saw, Logan was the anchor, he noted, recalling the character's face plastered on every poster. He possessed a kind of narrative gravity that glued the events together. But in the real workings of Marvel, that "narrative importance" was a function of the universe's own sentient consciousness, a decision emerging from the Superflow.
The Marvel multiverse was, at its core, a sentient world of stories. If you strip mutants out of a mutant reality, he reasoned, what unique story is left? Who is there to leave their footprint across universe in future? Aliens? Please...earth is at its core, where do you think it will start to judge from?Human machine hybrids? Where is the conflict for narrative propagation?
Stability in any branch depended on the subconscious uniqueness it was born with. It was like biological evolution: a species that failed to stand out was cast aside.
A TVA agent might scream that a universe was dying because its anchor was dead, but from this cosmic vantage point, Tao saw the truth. A withering universe didn't truly end.
Systems were in place to correct it.
When it collapsed back into the M'Kraan Crystal, the Phoenix Force would decide its fate ~ to shatter it or heal it. The reborn universe would then diverge again, powered by Eternity and Infinity.
## Observing the Multiverse Core
What struck him most was the collective intelligence of the underlying reality, which inherently pushed toward preserving growth and uniqueness. Even when sequences of events were rewritten, the momentum of the whole multiverse fought for continuity.
The nature of this timeline was distinct from Universe 616. Here, he saw timestreams that could stay single or branch out dynamically like earlier. In single timelines, people lived under the rules of higher causal layers.
This is what happens when information quantum stream of universe - memory is still affixed to the universe and not put somewhere else to manipulate like in TVA.
It wasn't about pruning branches like a garden, but a fluid, living system where causal loops could form and retro-causal events could actively ripple changes into the future.
There are also absolute events, he sensed, things that are supposed to happen no matter what. The exact mechanics were elusive, but his gut told him that in a singular timeline, choice came from a design far beyond Kang. Changing the past here would actively overwrite the future, memories and all.
Maybe the multiverse was originally like this.
The core of the multiverse itself was mesmerizing ~ a geometry beyond ordinary comprehension, a sentient lattice of turbulent energy fields where universes sprouted like luminous stems, branching and phasing in every direction forming knots that interconnect and distinguish each threads. Each line was a story, each prism a possibility, forming the living architecture of infinity...
He was getting lost in the grand tapestry again.
The cosmic sense this time seemed particularly focused on the implications of natural balance, specifically about energy.
Yeah I get it. Absorb a timeline, and I create a hole in the multiverse's foundation.
The energy of the multiverse seemed infinite because it was constantly recycled, transformed, not destroyed. But his refinement process was different.
He was a sink.
Same problem as before, just on a bigger scale. Anyway, it was time to enter.
## The Film Reel of History
"So, where was I dropping in?" he murmured.
The timeline unfurled in his perception like an endless film reel, scenes flickering past as he focused on Earth:
A Progenitor Celestial, dying from an attack by The Horde, arrives on Earth. Its colossal body eventually becomes Avengers Mountain, its blood seeding all life. Manipulation by Oneg the Prober.
Ten thousand years before Logan's death: Apocalypse, En Sabah Nur, is born, claiming to be the first mutant, worshipped as Ra, Shen, Elohim. Betrayed and entombed around 3600 BC.
The reel sped up. 1832: Logan's birth. 1944: The World Wars ~ brutal, smoky, an age of grinding humanity. And there, Logan and Victor, two beasts in human skin, prowling through the carnage.
He let it run. Skip, skip.
By 1944, he caught sight of Magneto, Xavier, Raven ~ mutations flickering awake. 1962: Shaw. The fever dream of First Class. The reel snapped to 1963: Magneto framed. 1965: Xavier's school opens.
But around 1973, the film tore into numerous strands. A fork. One strand: Team X, Sentinels, mutants erased in fire. This branch withered so completely that the screen went dark past the nineties.
Back to 1973 again: Another strand glimmered ~ Wolverine's mind hurled back, resetting events. He ran it again. Xavier and Magneto halting Mystique's bullet. Yet, there it was ~ Weapon X, the torment branding itself into Logan's bones. Poor bastard.
1983: Apocalypse returns. 1992: Dark Phoenix ignites.
Then, he noticed something else ~ an older, but still withering and splitting timeline, distinctly different from the ones he was holding. A vision of Wanda whispering "No more mutants.
" Comic timeline bleeding through?
This isn't comic timeline, the characters appear normal, but a adaptation of their selves in such parallel realities? But they don't usually appear like this. Even avenger's archetypes are present along with mutants.
Wait did someone made a film about it after I have gone?
Were they heading for an incursion in the far future? House of M events, perhaps.
He took this problematic timeline and separated it from the bunch.
"I don't need them complicating the movie realities I'm about to enter," he thought, frustrated. "I haven't properly gone through all the comic events either."
A drastic solution surfaced fueled by some inherent arrogance he didn't know when crept in. Should I just prune it? Frankly what's the point?
He shutdown that thought as soon as it came;
He needs some meditation to calm his mind sooner. The aftereffects return whenever he uses the unfiltered cosmic awareness. This is backlash for the recent attempt. It will only resurface when such situation arose letting him feel the mind is still turbulent.
He resurfaced from self - check and probed again. He checked the collision point. It was around 4000 years into the future.
Wait. Having seen time as a storyboard, I keep forgetting the scale I'm operating on.
A wry smile touched his lips.
What am I thinking? The people here aren't powerless. I'll be long gone by then.
He returned to the other strands: Deadpool, Okkara, a few fragile "happy endings." Another, darker fork: a genetic weapon engineered to erase mutants. And finally, Logan's death. That one didn't just sit still; it rippled, its effects spreading outward through every track of history.
Since the TVA events in Loki haven't happened in my home eternityś absolute flow, I suppose the Deadpool and Wolverine team-up hasn't occurred here yet.
Different universes existed at different absolute time points. When Kang retires that branch and its future appears spontaneously. For the multiverse, it was all happening in an instant, but when he entered one, he became the anchor controlling when he stepped in.
## The Surgeon of Time
Tao didn't look for a tragedy or a war to change the world. Instead, his spiritual appendages - guided by a will that transcended thought - probed the worldline for a moment of profound insignificance. He bypassed the milestones of history and settled on a specific quantum state: a mundane Tuesday in 1983. It was a pocket of low narrative tension, a quiet breath in the lungs of the universe.
He located a single, non-absolute event: a choice with near-zero consequence. A clerk in CIA office, deciding between coffee or tea.
As his foreign consciousness scrutinized so deepliy the moment, the timeline recoiled. It felt fragile, yet it reacted like a living organism, triggering a metaphysical immune response to drag its intruder-will into its depths. Tao didn't flinch.
He didn't force the timeline, for force requires energy, and energy creates a "Nexus Event" - a loud, hungry anomaly that would have made the reality drawing it from him. Instead, he performed a surgical incision.
With the precision of a god, Tao isolated the resulting decoherence tree and excised it's second thread from the main probability stream in an instant.
A new branch.
A new world is formed among the infinite rest.
He thought about it. Among the things he did so far, this would probably top the list as per scale - yet with so little mental effort. So fragile.
The process was silent and cold. A tiny, almost invisible bud of potentiality began to bulge from the side of the main filament. It inherited the entire past, but from that trivial cup of coffee onward, its future was a perfect vacuum - a blank canvas running parallel to the roaring river of established time.
## The Anchor and the Weight
Tao felt the inertia. Well more than one, but for now, he focussed on immediate one. The timeline began to surge, feeding its own power. He wanted a world that could breathe on its own.
Yet, as the new bud stabilized, the laws of reality began searching for a trigger.
History had taught him that the creator of a Nexus often becomes its Anchor. He allowed his aura a fleeting contact with the new reality-lattice, and the connection snapped into place with thermodynamic inevitability.
It's a choice between the Tea cup and him. It chose him.
As the only source of coherent, non-native information in this "virgin" probability field, Tao's metaphysical signature became the new timeline's primary causal node. He was no longer just an observer; he was a dangling appendage of this new world, its memory-scape flowing directly through him.
### The Descent into Matter
The Overspace, unable to contain his shifting complexity, expelled him. He was pushed down, translated through the temporal rules he had just rewritten, and manifested in the physical universe.
He appeared not on a world, but in the deep, freezing silence between orbits. His divine sense, which had once felt the intricate textures of higher dimensions, suddenly felt numb.
His divine sense may have shifted a few trillionth of a degree in positioning and that left him so far out in the dark.
The "multiversal scream" was gone, replaced by the immense, "stupid" object-ness of bubbling matter and space.
The scale was staggering.
### The Scale of Silence
Tao stood in the deep void, a place where the rules he had mastered in the "Void Outside" allowed him to anchor perfectly. He didn't just exist here; he belonged. He was no longer a foreign glitch in the system, but a native thread in the tapestry.
Yet, as he looked out, he realized the limitation of divinity he own.
In the Overspace where meaninglessness exist, his Divine Sense was absolute. But here, in the "stupid" reality of matter, his spiritual reach was dwarfed by the sheer volume of the vacuum. He looked toward the light speck and saw what appeared to be a tiny, translucent bubble of rocks - possibly the Oort Cloud.
From this immense distance, the entire shell of the system looked like a single pebble sitting in a pond, a mere grain of sand shielding the inner warmth from cosmic radiation.
There was a disconnect in his perception. The "Time Stream" he carried was fresh, vibrating with the present moment, but the light hitting his eyes was ancient, having traveled for months across the reach of space. He was seeing the past of a world he was currently anchoring in the "now."
### The Crushing Weight of Matter
He shifted space, closing the distance until he stood at the edge of that "pebble." Suddenly, the scale shattered his expectations.
What had looked like a small bubble of rocks was now a vast, echoing graveyard of ice and stone. It was a hundred thousand times larger than his own Internal World. A single drifting asteroid tumbled past him; it was a monolith of dead stone so gargantuan it made him look like needle lost in a mountain range.
He could see these distant objects with his eyes which just let in more of the band to see, but they were too vast outside for his Divine Sense to "feel" or encompass. To his spirit, the universe was a sensory void; to his eyes, it was an endless wall of matter.
### The Jumps
It was time to move. Tao didn't walk; he commanded the dimensions.
The First Tear - With a crushing motion of his palm, he tore a pentagon-shaped portal into the vacuum. He stepped halfway through just at edge of instability, bridging the gap from the outer shell to the inner system. Here, the Sun was no longer a spot - it was a blinding speck of white light suspended in a velvet throat.
The Second Leap - His Divine Sense was powerful, but it only spanned approximately half the diameter of the planetary system. To reach the inner circle, he needed precision. He calculated the fold, sensing the gravitational tug of the giants.
## The Arrival:
One more teleportation, a flicker of displaced reality, and the "Earthen Plane" rushed up to meet him.
The blue-white marble of Earth hung below him. He didn't bother micro-analyzing its depths - the wars, the politics, or the billions of lives.
But focussed on the energy field surrounding the planet, he saw through its defense in a couple of moments and simply flew in as a spiritual entity even though he didn't need to - in semi null state.
He simply felt the warm, chaotic buzz of the planet's collective consciousness, settled his weight into the coordinate, and prepared to step onto the soil of his new canvas.
***
A moment later he was in; Just an unknown unnoticed by anyone but may be one or two.
But what he failed to notice earlier was that the comic timeline he had held, scrutinized, and nearly obliterated, began to exhibit subtle changes almost the moment he separated it and turned his attention away.