With the great, cosmic heist over and the Conclave of gods in a state of disarray—like a very powerful, very ancient chess club that had just had its main board stolen—the insane, artist-god, the Gardener, was left completely unchecked. It had been wounded. It had been confused. But now, it was alone. And an insane artist with the power to rewrite reality and no one to stop them is a recipe for some very weird, very scary art.
The Gardener left the sector of the almost-supernova, the site of its great battle and its first real taste of illogical, human chaos. It traveled to a new and very different part of the galaxy. It went to a place that was already a kind of beautiful, terrifying, natural work of art.
It went to a dense, chaotic cluster of black holes and accretion disks.
