Noah looked at the figure of THE Living Paradox with a sense of seriousness as he realized sothing that settled into his foundations with weight that exceeded everything.
All of them... truly did not understand this peasant!
THE Creature warred against him as if he were rely another one of THE Five. THE Primordial Paradox spoke of him as a wayward student who needed discipline. Even Noah himself had been thinking of THE Living Paradox as an obstacle to be overco rather than a being worthy of genuine wariness.
But there was a reason why this being dared to contend against THE Creature. And there was a reason why he was where he currently was at this mont in ti.
Noah did not want the conversation to end just yet. So he looked at this being who seed lost in his own thoughts montarily, still contemplating the nature of adversity and the hardships that had shaped his existence.
"Speaking of hardship, would you be so kind as to enlighten on...THE Entity?"
THE Living Paradox blinked at his question as he tilted his head with curiosity that seed genuine.
"THE Entity?"
"Ah, the thing you used to infect THE Primordial Paradox, I an. The thing that takes over others without them knowing it. I’ve been calling it THE Entity."
...!
THE Living Paradox smiled as Noah said such a thing, his eyes burning with wonder and possibilities that stretched across eons of accumulated experience. Sothing shifted in his deanor as he sighed and began to talf as if he were recollecting sothing grand.
"Oh, that. Well, it is actually sothing quite fascinating."
He folded his hands behind his back as corrupted proto-matter and Infinite Seals continued to swirl around them both.
"When I was still young in my journey, when I had just begun to understand what it truly ant to embody Paradox, I ventured into THE Prima Indifferentia with purposes that would have made my Master weep with disappointnt had he known. I was already planning his demise, you see. Already calculating how a re peasant could possibly usurp the Claim of one among THE Four."
His voice held that profound calmness that seed to define him, but beneath it ran currents of nostalgia and sothing that might have been pride.
"I found myself in the domain of a Primordial Architect. Products of Differentiation and Undifferentiation, if you did not know it. Our Observable Existence is a blessed one filled with too many things. Even I did not know them all. I still don’t know them all."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"But I digress. In their domain, this Primordial Architect, I discovered sothing growing beneath everything else. Sothing that seed entirely harmless. Sothing beautiful, even."
His eyes grew distant.
"THE Primordial Mycelia."
The na hung in the space between spaces with weight that exceeded its simple pronunciation.
"A marvelous network of strands so thin that they exist between the spaces where existence ets non-existence. Not threads as you would understand them, but sothing closer to the roots of all things. The nervous system of Existence itself. These strands, these hyphae as THE Primordial Architects called them, wove through everything. They connected every foundation to every other foundation. They linked every consciousness to every other consciousness. They existed just below the surface of all Existence, invisible to those who did not know to look for them."
He began to buzz through the swirling mixture of corruption and Infinity.
"THE Primordial Architect whose domain I invaded did not seem to mind my presence. They were beyond such concerns as theft or trespass. They simply observed as I studied their creation, this vast and beautiful web that connected the roots of reality. And when I asked what purpose it served, they told sothing that I have never forgotten."
His voice dropped to sothing almost reverent.
"They said that THE Primordial Mycelia viewed individual consciousness as a sickness. A rot. A chaotic infection that disrupted the natural unity of existence. They said that its purpose, its singular drive across eons of patient growth, was to decompose that rot and reintegrate it into a single, fertile soil from which new and unified growth could erge. They said it was harmless because it worked so slowly that no individual consciousness would ever notice its influence. It would take longer than Observable Existence had existed for THE Primordial Mycelia to complete its work through natural ans."
His smile beca sothing dangerous.
"I thanked the Primordial Architect for their explanation. And then I took a fragnt of THE Primordial Mycelia with when I left."
He paused.
"I did not fully comprehend what I had stolen. I saw a tool that could connect to my Master’s foundations without his knowledge. I saw a thodology for inserting myself into the weavings of his Claim without triggering his defenses. I saw a ans of usurpation that would be invisible until the mont it was complete. What I did not see was the nature of the thing I was using."
His eyes t Noah’s with intensity that transcended their illusory forms.
"THE Primordial Mycelia does not distinguish between host and tool. It does not recognize the concept of being wielded. To it, everything that touches it becos part of its network. Everything that connects to it becos another root in its vast system of interconnected consciousness. When I used it to infiltrate my Master’s existence, I was not wielding THE Primordial Mycelia. I was inviting it to weave itself through both of us simultaneously."
His smile widened with sothing approaching triumph.
"But gloriously, I am THE Information Paradox, right? I could take the weavings of existence into myself. All that Information! I could consu the Information as it is conserved within . And yet, simultaneously, that Information is lost forever and not as I can then express it as my own."
He tapped his chest with grandness and imnsity!
"Because of this, I was immune to the Information of THE Primordial Mycelia!"
BOOM!
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