The original Archivist's laughter cut through the wave of predetermined perfection like a blade made of pure absurdity.
As the sound echoed across dimensions, something impossible happened—the advancing tide of geometric order stumbled. Not stopped, not deflected, but stumbled, as if the Originless itself had been caught off guard by the sheer audacity of finding humor in the face of existential annihilation.
"What... what is so amusing?" The voice of the Originless carried undertones of genuine confusion, as if the concept of inappropriate laughter was beyond its capacity to process.
The original Archivist wiped tears from his eyes—tears that sparkled with fragments of unwritten stories. "You really don't see it, do you? The fundamental flaw in your perfect plan?"
