When Chaos speaks with the tongue of Order, when Existence questions its own being, when the Tongue falls silent and the Hunger consumes itself, then shall the Era of Undifferentiation begin. The First shall become the Last. The Many shall become the One. The One shall become the None.
Yet in the None, a spark remains.
In the end, which is also the beginning, the Infinite shall stand before the Undefined. And only one shall remain to tell the tale that no one shall hear.
—Fragment of the Oldest Echo, interpretation unknown
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Noah descended through the multicolored rivers of the Pluvial Epoch with endless weavings of Quintessence Infiniforce generating within his finite foundations.
That budding sense of euphoria he had entirely satiated when he fought against THE Creature across eons compressed into moments was returning with intensity that made his existence buzz in ways he had grown familiar with.
