The words made absolutely no sense.
He wanted to feel what being dead was?
Everybody avoided death. Everybody ran from death. And here he was, as the Wheel of Existence broke apart, claiming he wanted to die alongside it?
The Great Beyonder went silent in her massive form. She still hadn't gotten a handle on this unique entity who should have been her junior by now.
The first thing was that he said a lot of ridiculous, crazy, and unfathomable things- things that, to others, seed purely impossible. Or simply unbelievable.
He said them. And then he did them, as others stared at him in incredulity.
The other thing was that he wasn't stupid. He knew full well what he was doing, and what the repercussions would be.
So if he said, right now, that he planned to feel what being a Dead Thing feels like…
Then he truly did plan to be in this frequency of existence when the Wheel itself shattered, as the weavings of death unfolded.
And even though that didn't make sense to her at all- though she could question and question, ask why he would do that, even how he would survive that- whether he'd still be alive or dead… all of those questions, frankly, didn't matter. Based on what she knew about him.
She was sure that sohow, in so way, he already had the plans. So she simply nodded.
"Okay."
"…"
Even Ozymandias looked surprised at her reply, as he understood that this entity had been around him long enough. Long enough to feel the rhythm of who he was.
"Have you had a good enough look?"
She was staying here to capture the last weavings of the galos Beyond, the ho she was born in, as she began fishing for entities to bind to her, spreading her weavings wide across it.
She'd done so for countless frequencies of existence, with the legend of the Great Beyonder ringing out across the Wheel of Existence.
She protected it when many had begun to abandon it- leaving the gateways within the Infinite Ravines.
She was here.
She'd left behind a trace of her being scattered in thought and existence as Azzurra.
Such a being had fallen in love. And then lost that love before she was claid by another.
She was the Great Beyonder.
One of the legends of this grand Wheel of Existence- though when one truly thought about it, they'd realize it didn't even have a na.
It was just the Wheel of Existence.
Like countless other unknown and unnad Wheels of Existence out there.
She thought then of the man who had saved her alongside countless others across frequencies, from what he had told her.
She turned to him now, as the Frequency of the End buzzed.
"Osmont, Ozymandias...whoever you truly are. A legend forged not in galos, temples, or tos, but beneath the umbrella of shattered weavings of existence and the silent screams of the Wheel."
Her countless eyes all over her body pulsed with pristine beauty as she continued, her pupils spinning like infinite singularities.
"You saved the remnant weavings of the Wheel- not for glory or anything else. And I know… I know no one will offer any words. No choir waits to sing your na. No Frequency will rise to say 'Thank you.' So let it be . From one who has watched you do countless unfathomable things in a short period of ti, I say...thank you. You saved many, and it was because you simply chose to. You could have turned away. You could have vanished like so many others. But you didn't. You are legend more than … more than the Omnifather, Origin Singed, or any others. Because at the very end, when it really counted… you were here."
…!
A legend.
These were always the beings whose history stretched across countless years and frequencies of the Wheel.
Legends.
They defended when they didn't have to.
They defended when others didn't even know they did.
But their fables spread far.
And at this mont…
The Great Beyonder paid her respects to Noah's weavings as a legend. And when he heard all of this, the body of Ozymandias simply waved his hand, as if none of it mattered.
Even though he didn't do what he did for praise, at the end of the day… he still did it for himself.
The Great Beyonder shook her head at the fact he didn't even accept thanks. She thought of everything she had been through and how, at this mont, the Wheel, the Infinite Ravines… everything was coming to an end.
When she thought of this, the Great Beyonder closed her eyes- her many, many eyes- then gave a light nod to Ozymandias.
That she was ready.
And a mont later, a string attached to her being was tugged. She instantly disappeared.
And then all that was left… was Ozymandias.
He confird. And he checked.
In the Pri Frequency of the End, only he remained in that mont.
In the True Frequency of the Singed, he and two other dead things remained.
But in the expanse of the Wheel of Existence… it was currently unbearably empty, teeming with the weavings of death.
Death.
Noah wanted to feel this death.
This transition from a living thing to a dead thing that countless entities across the Wheel had gone through.
The body of Ozymandias was connected to and separate from the main weavings of Noah Osmont, simultaneously.
It was, once again, sothing he innately held that was paradoxical.
Sothing that should not have been possible.
But because of it… Noah wanted to see if he could move as both a living thing and a dead thing.
One of the more critical links between himself and Ozymandias was… the True Source of Outerversal that burned gloriously tenebrous in his Living Wheel of Existence.
Ozymandias had to paradoxically both possess this True Source… and not. So the Living Wheel could remain free and unfettered by the weavings of the dead.
And as those weavings were squared out, Ozymandias now simply waited.
And even though this Wheel of Existence was quiet and heading toward destruction, the budding Infiniverse Wheel of Existence… was burning with activity.
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