Outerversal Morphon Phulax.
A being with a circular form, a massive eye millions of tis bigger than Ozymandias, with countless tentacles stretching all around its rims as its pupil was triangular in nature!
At this mont, within the center of the triangular pupil where a blazing singularity lay, Ozymandias naturally felt its gaze locked onto him.
And he had many questions.
As if this creature knew this to be the case, its deep voice echoed out again.
"You have just co to be, so many things must be confusing for you. You know who you are innately, but you don't know anything else. What is it that you wish to know?"
The voice was immaculately heavy as it seed tinged with amusent.
It could say many things, but it purposefully chose its words to urge Ozymandias himself the freedom of what he wanted to know!
And Ozymandias looked within the depths of himself.
His stellar purple blue body and crimson obsidian wings.
The nine halos of crimson obsidian radiance behind his wings and his head that only had two glowing singularities.
And the barely discernible voices he could almost hear. With all of this, what exactly would be the first thing he wanted to ask?
A trendous need filled him and burned within his very being, this need transforming into a question that he blurted out an instant later.
"What is my purpose?"
…!
A question that caused the Outerversal Morphon Phulax to squint its triangular pupil into a smile ca out, and his reply was just as heavy.
"You have no purpose. You have just been born in the galos Beyond as your existence has no aning. Over the cycles, I have seen Young Ones like you appear again and again as the first thing all of you innately seek…is your purpose. I will tell you now that as an Outerversal Morphon, you can choose your own purpose- and this will in turn shape your existence."
He could choose his own purpose.
But…what could he possibly want when he had just been born?
Inside of him, the buzzing voices were only becoming louder and louder as they continued to try and tell him sothing to no avail.
His purpose.
How could he possibly find his purpose?
"A way to help you, Young One, is for you to expand your perspective. A way for Outerversal Morphons to expand their perspectives is none other than going fishing."
"…"
What?
"Fishing?" Outerversal Morphon Ozymandias repeated this word that represented an action that didn't entirely feel like the norm.
But why was it not the norm? For sothing that was just born, why would there be any prejudices on what was the norm or not the norm within him?
As his thoughts were rising, Outerversal Morphon Phulax replied with brilliance.
"Yes, fishing. It is a way for Outerversal Morphons to be connected to all things within the galos Beyond and outside of it. It is our Innate capability to take a part of ourselves and stretch it like an endless string across the galos Beyond, and we then wait for sothing to bite. The instant sothing bites, we gain access. We gain information, and we gain control over the Source of Existence we have managed to fish."
…!
"Those that take the bait and dangle on the strings we cast out are known as our Delegatus. If you go fishing and are able to catch any Delgatus, your vision will be expanded. You will see what is out there in the galos Beyond, and this can aid in informing you of your purpose."
The words were unique ones to hear as Ozymandias mulled them over, but within the center point of the Nine halos floating behind his wings, a thin tentacle began to form and extend behind him through the other nine rings gloriously.
Almost as if forming into an endless fishing line.
The Observer of Old and Young saw this scene as the millions of tentacles around it pulsed, its ancient voice echoing out.
"Try and find your first Delegatus. They will link you to your first Source of Existence as the more you gain, the stronger you beco. One day, you may even grow to be as big as . It may take eons before you get even one, so do not be too hasty. Cast out your line, O Young Ozymandias."
HUUM!
Words of encouragent that Aldo felt like words that could never be denied.
The pupils on the wings of Ozymandias pulsed as the string forming in the center of his Halos rapidly lengthened as he moved with intuition, this string beginning to fall down behind him as a line was cast!
At this ti, monts after being born, The Outerversal Morphon Ozymandias cast out a line of connection across the galos Beyond as he sought for sothing to bite on!
"Hmm…"
The Observer of Old and Young nodded at this scene as he was about to pull away when suddenly, its tendrils wriggled as its massive pupil turned towards a certain direction.
There, the expanse of shimring stellar obsidian darkness flickered and distorted before an equally massive visage of another Outerversal Morphon appeared.
It was a titanic worm-like Outerversal Morphon whose entire cylindrical body was filled with countless wriggling tentacles coming together, its end showing an opening that unfurled to reveal millions of spiked teeth set in circular directions.
At the center of all of these teeth was a fair face with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth present as such a face currently looked towards the Observers of Old and Young with a smile.
This being wasn't alone beside her, soone who was thousands of tis smaller than her floated serenity, her form being discernible as it glowed with pure white brilliance in the midst of all this darkness!
Being humanoid in nature, the form seed to be an amalgamation of pure white illusory tentacles that even stretched out to form white wings behind her back, her face rely showing a form of beauty and grace as only two dark singularities blinked in the center of all this brilliance.
Yet the mont she appeared, everything was illuminated with unfathomable clarity!
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