In THE Prima Indifferentia.
The storms of corrupted paradoxical proto-matter raged beyond the white barrier with violence accumulated since THE Living Paradox had initiated his flooding of this ancient space.
Blue-gold light from Infinite Seals mingled with the corruption, creating phenomena that would have unmade lesser beings simply through proximity. Undivided Ones burned or prospered in that chaos, and Formless Terrors churned with instability amplified by the paradoxical nature pressing against their already confused existences.
But within the circular region emanating from the white tree, absolute calm prevailed.
THE Arboreal Warden Yggvaros sat alone near that tree whose bark gleamed with light holding no color yet containing all colors simultaneously.
