Noah gazed at THE Primordial Mycelia occupying the bodies of Eon and Chaos with eyes that burned multicolored Quintessence Infiniforce.
These two figures before him were not truly Eon and Chaos anymore. They were vessels for something that had consumed their individuality and replaced it with shared consciousness that believed itself superior to what it had devoured. They were hollow shells animated by Unity that had forgotten what it meant to be singular, to be distinct, to be irreplaceable.
"I reject your Unity."
His voice emerged with weight.
"I reject what you represent and what you seek to accomplish across Observable Existence. I reject the warm embrace of shared consciousness that dissolves everything unique about a being into undifferentiated sameness. I reject your garden where all flowers bloom identically because none of them remember what it meant to grow differently."
The multicolored rivers of the Pluvial Epoch continued falling around them as he spoke.
