He was being born!
He was being born…but who was he exactly?
This question ca quickly and rapidly, but it didn't have a full answer as a sense of Distortion and cloudiness perated all around.
Within the depths of his beings, he could feel small voices trying to rise up.
Each one tried to overco another in an effort to reach him, but they were too faint.
Their reach in this place was so, so small.
But these tiny voices didn't give up as they acted like jolts of electricity that were constantly trying to unearth sothing.
First was the question of what.
He seed to make out himself as if he was a budding singularity. A mass of extrely dense energies constantly twisting, contracting and expanding.
A mass full of power that he couldn't yet understand!
But this mass was coming to fruition…where exactly? When?
He thought of looking at his surroundings, but realized there was only darkness.
The absolute lack of light.
Apart from himself, he couldn't see anything.
More and more of himself was budding and becoming more concentrated, the power contained within himself feeling trendously full and significant as it told him he could do anything!
So he wanted to answer the first question he had.
Who he was.
The small voices he could barely hear within him rose in a cacophony of noises.
He was…
He was…!
Osm…!
Ozm…!
HUUM!
His existence fully ford. Interminable waves of crimson obsidian radiance flashed out.
His identity unveiled itself!
He was…
"Ozymandias!"
…!
"I am…the Outerversal Morphon Ozymandias!"
A deep and guttural voice that seed like it was echoing out of the very depths of countless endings.
It was a voice that seed to know innately that it was an Outerversal Morphon- that this was its first identity!
The na that ca after that seed to be from a long distant mory as the voice that uttered it out held a hint of lancholy.
One filled with resonance and Distinctions of unfathomable origins, one that seed to be trying to rember.
What exactly was he trying to rember?
In the midst of this question, another voice shockingly echoed out as it was filled with depth and ancientness.
"What you are is loud, Young One."
…!
Another voice.
Was he not alone?
He tried to look around, but he could see nothing apart from the lack of light around him.
"You cannot even see, and yet are raucous enough to have already developed an ego? Take things a step at a ti, Young One."
The ancient voice ca out again.
This ti, it felt kinder and filled with understanding as Ozymandias asked cautiously.
"How…do I see?"
Sothing that was simplicity itself, and yet seemingly impossible at the sa ti.
"To see in this place, you must properly outline your form. Your Outerverse. Only when you have substance can you begin to see."
Ozymandias heard these words as he looked within the depths of himself and pondered, the small voices that had been trying to rise up making a cacophony of noises at this mont as he repeated.
Form.
Substance.
Ozymandias heard these words as he looked within the depths of himself and pondered, the small voices that had been trying to rise up making a cacophony of noises at this mont as he repeated.
"A form…"
HUUM!
A blast of a unique authority erupted with him at the center.
He knew this authority.
He was born with it.
It was a type of Innate, undeveloped, and young authority. It was his Outerversal Morphon Authority!
It erupted out as it released humming droning sounds, wrapping around his body as it began to form into sothing else.
And the form that was coming to fruition…he could see it.
A base trunk ford first as it seed to be made from trillions of tentacles stacked on top of each other.
These tentacles glimred with a stellar purple blue hue- each one made from millions of budding singularities as it looked entirely otherworldly.
Monts later, four limbs exploded out, the amalgamation of tentacles forming what Ozymandias knew to be hands and feet.
Then, another trillion tentacles erupted from behind as they were covered by a crimson obsidian light, these tentacles forming into wings of utter horror as at their center- a pupil opened for each!
An eye on the center of each wing.
The eyes held rings of nine pupils uniquely connected to each other as they gave off heart throbbing unease and power.
They blinked.
BZZT!
And trillions more tentacles blood behind that ford into Halos!
Rings of tentacles ca together, burning with crimson obsidian stellar radiance as they ford into nine Halos that successively beca larger the further away they were from him.
A stellar purple blue body, crimson obsidian wings, nine halos of crimson obsidian radiance, and his head…only had two glowing singularities on his face.
Nothing else.
These singularities blinked as within them, threads of countless tentacles throbbed. Countless tendrils of weavings.
But when they all ca together and he could see his exemplary form…
"Ah…"
He also beca capable of seeing around him.
An expanse of shimring obsidian darkness stretching out endlessly.
And in the middle of all of this…
"Can you see now, Young One?"
…!
The deep and ancient voice that had been talking with him this whole ti.
He saw it.
He saw him.
Soone. Sothing that was horrifically millions of tis larger than he was.
In front of it, he seed like a re speck of dust.
It was round, carrying the features of an eye, with trillions of titanic tentacles wriggling in all directions on the rims of this eye.
It pulsed with deep stellar purple radiance as its pupil was a massive triangular collection of brilliant purple light with a circular singularity at its center!
The massive pupil seed to smile as it looked at Ozymandias.
"Are you out of words now, Young One?"
Ozymandias looked at this massive entity in awe as his own deep voice echoed out.
"Who are you?"
His ego had ford as he had spoken about who he was.
But what about this Entity before him that was millions of tis larger in size alone?
The re vibrations of his voice caused the surrounding shimring obsidian darkness to vibrate as his triangular pupil pulsed.
"I am the Outerversal Morphon Phulax. The Observer of Old and Young."
…!
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