The Painter gestured, but it was not at the audience in its face but at Eos himself.
"Tell me," the Painter said. "What are you made of?"
Eos did not answer the question because something told him that the Painter would not even want him to answer, as it was glorying in this moment. This being knew that it had thrown Eos off his game, and there was no way that it would not take advantage of this.
"You are made of Telos," the Painter said. Then it whispered, "Purpose. The end a thing is for. The medium of the tenth dimension. You believe Telos to be yours because you fused it from Origin and Truth at the top of the Eternal Tower, reorganized your being around it, and grew an Origin Tree out of it. Yes?"
Again, Eos did not answer because it did not feel like the Painter was asking him a question, only ensuring that Eos was following every word it was saying.
