The character of entities that had lived for an unfathomably long ti always carried a certain apathy—especially when gazing across the weavings of Existence.
Because when you've witnessed quintillions of deaths, the birth and end of weavings across eons, watching a few trillion—or even more quintillions—fade becos nothing more than a flicker. A process that once unfolded over millennia now happens in seconds.
And so… they could watch galos collapse.
They could witness Frequencies of Existence—intricate expanses laced with Matter, Anti-Matter, and Dark Matter—burst into ruin, their inhabitants screaming silently into oblivion.
And still… feel nothing.
But if Noah stood there, watching as a Frequency began to fall—its galos imploding, quintillions about to die—what would he do?
The answer wasn't theoretical. It had already happened. When Bob shattered an entire Frequency by manipulating its Node… what did Noah do?
He restored it.
Even as the Echoes of the Unwritten unfolded, Noah reached through and pulled that Frequency back, reviving the quintillions of beings within it. Every ti their battle spilled into another Frequency, he did the sa.
Just because he was powerful… just because he'd seen endless death… didn't an he would stand idle when it stared him in the face.
But not everyone was like him.
The Witness was sothing else entirely—a being shaped by a Complexity that saw the weavings of Existence through a colder lens.
And now, here he was—speaking of Variables. Of things that could shift the impossible fate of the Wheel. But all he saw in Noah… was an anomaly. A being he couldn't understand. A being tied to the very Variables the Witness prayed would appear.
It was then the Infiniverse galos Body stirred. She rose, her expression sharp as steel, her voice slicing through the silence like a drawn blade.
"Just because your weavings can't understand sothing doesn't make it an anomaly. It simply ans… you're lesser."
WAA!
Her voice cracked through the dazzling seas!
"You watched the Wheel break again and again—and did nothing. You had countless years, and still, you never beca a Variable, only waited for one. Now, on the eve of the Ninth Breaking, you sulk in solemnity, bemoaning fate. And when one Variable finally arises—one you can't grasp—this is your response? Pathetic."
BOOM!
Her words cut deep.
Her Complexity surged like a storm, rising with her fury.
She turned toward the one she called Master. Her presence quieted… and she dropped to her knees.
"Master, this Variable has been preparing sothing for you."
…!
Noah moved to raise her gently, smiling.
"You never need to kneel to . You know that."
"I know," she replied softly. "And I still choose to. What others don't understand… is never an anomaly to . What they fear, I've always been connected to. And now, I wish to give back—to offer even a fraction of what's been given to . I want to present you with an Absolute Complex True Source. A Wheel of Existence unlike any other."
HUUM!
As she spoke, her form radiated with a brilliance that pulsed with unspoken power. Noah felt it in his chest and through their grand connection- sothing calm, sothing pure!
He nodded.
Then, lifting her hand in his, he looked toward the distant Wheel of Existence and asked.
"What of the Wheel? What of the Witness?"
…!
The one who'd shown them the Breaking. The one who claid he was waiting for Variables to alter the impossible.
The Infiniverse galos Body turned her gaze to him, voice cold as glass.
"He can continue to Witness."
WAA!
"As for the Wheel… I benefited from its First Breaking. And so, I will repay it—by saving it from annihilation."
BOOM!
Words spoken with staggering simplicity… and devastating weight.
She had just declared she would save the Wheel.
And the certainty in her voice made the Witness tremble.
But then her gaze drifted from the Wheel… to Noah.
"It no longer holds aning for us. I will not touch its Frequencies or its weavings. I will construct my own—on my own foundation—ensuring a purity untainted by any flaw. Complexity will follow. Co, Master. Let show you."
…!
They were still within the sacred region of the pristine Wheel of Existence. A vast white-gold sea surrounded them—endless and silent. And the Witness, who had been there since the First Breaking, still waited.
Still searching for a Variable.
But the Infiniverse galos Body… she turned away from it all. As though it no longer mattered.
Noah nodded.
Then he looked at the distant Wheel, motionless and yet spinning—a contradiction etched in golden fractals.
Bob had co here, searching for sothing.
Sothing connected to what he called… The Loom.
Was it hidden within this dying Wheel, now on the brink of its Ninth and Final Breaking?
Noah held that question for only a mont.
Then he took her hand—and together, they vanished.
Leaving the Witness standing alone.
Again.
The white-gold sea stretched in all directions. The shattered fragnts of the Wheel drifted endlessly, orbiting a still center. The Witness stood, blind yet sohow dazed.
"They just… left?"
He had waited. Waited to see what would happen if the Infiniverse galos Body touched the Wheel.
And yet—she hadn't.
She refused it. Rejected it. Said she'd make her own.
And now…
Even without a Breaking, the Witness was once again… alone.
—
In the Pri Frequency of the End.
Noah and the Infiniverse galos Body returned—hovering before the radiant, multicolored infinity-shaped Infiniverse Vein. The skies rippled with celestial light, Havens floating in the distance.
Her form pulsed—Complexity bleeding from every fiber of her being.
"Since Master is about to comprehend Continuity and Entropy—drawing from the definitions of the Witness and Romulus and forging our own from their definitions…I will begin my advancent with them. Without external interference. Without impurities. I will construct the True Frequency of Continuity and the True Frequency of Entropy—from the foundation of their True Sources."
HUUM!
Her decision ignited sothing. A storm of purpose built on everything she had beco.
And from that mont… the Infiniverse galos Body began forging True Frequencies of Existence.
Not borrowed.
Not inherited.
But born from her own making!
Unfathomably grand.
Unfathomably pure.
Unfathomably…magisterial!
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