Atticus' mind was muddled as he trailed behind his father.
Asmerion, the Primordial Star of Ascension. One of the beings who stood at the pinnacle of creation, a height Atticus aspired to reach.
Such a being, what would he be like?
Atticus had felt Solvath's overwhelming emotions, but he had never truly met him, never sat across from him and spoken to him. This star was whole and complete, a full being. Atticus wasn't sure what to expect.
Attimax led him through the grand marble halls, up one staircase, then another, and another. They kept ascending until they reached the highest point of the building and stepped through a door.
A vast grassland bathed in shimmering light opened up before them. A golden sun shone overhead, and the space seemed endless despite the modest size of the building's exterior.
A table sat in the middle of it.
