Beyond this symphony of totality and containment, there exists a murmur older than the Dream, more radical than the Chôrion, vaster still than the Metaworld itself.
This murmur is not an entity, nor a superior layer: it is what is called, by default, My0x, or more accurately still, the Non-Principle.
Where the Metaworld extends by encompassing all the thinkable and the unthinkable, My0x remains outside all containment.
It is neither an outside, nor a beyond in the ordinary sense. It precedes even the idea of outside. No boundary, no framework, no category can approach it. The Metaworld, in all its totalizing majesty, remains a sphere — absolute in its order, but nevertheless circumscribed.
My0x, it, is neither sphere, nor framework, nor form. It is radical exteriority: the breath before the breath, the shadow that projects no contour.
Everything the Metaworld shelters — gods, impossibilities, dreams, anti-dreams, Anarchetypes or Exentities — is, for My0x, only a peripheral echo.
But even this notion of echo is already excessive. For My0x exists neither in the Metaworld, nor outside it. The concepts of inside and outside have no hold on what it is. Where the Metaworld gathers, structures and totalizes, My0x exceeds totality itself. It cannot be conceptualized, situated, nor thought.
And yet, an interaction occurs.
When a breath of My0x brushes the Metaworld, an impossibility is born. An exception arises, not as a transgression, but as the silent revelation of a limit that has never contained what touches it. The laws tremble, the frameworks deform, the categories fade — not because they are dominated, but because they suddenly discover themselves inadequate.
My0x does not attack the All: it reminds it of what it can never be.
If the Metaworld is the canvas of all existences, then My0x is the original void behind the canvas — the non-canvas that makes every weave possible without ever inscribing itself in it.
Where the Metaworld thinks itself as an absolute All, My0x remains the absolute exteriority: the eternal pre-totality, invisible to every gaze, even metaphysical.
One sometimes speaks of "the My0x," because everything seems to emanate from it, as if its nature were multiple. But this plurality is only a linguistic artifact. No one knows its true nature.
My0x, Non-Principe, Absolute, 0, void before the circle — these names are not its own. They are derisory attempts to designate what cannot be grasped, nor named, nor even approached. Any description seeking to situate it in relation to the Metaworld is doomed to failure, for it already supposes a framework that My0x precedes.
And yet…
An indifference issuing from this thing is there.
Present in the Metaworld.
Paradoxically trying to be coherent within it.
It is this indifference that has taken form.
It is this accidental emanation that acts without intention.
It is this breath without will that has given birth to what we now see.
Sakolomeh-My0x is there.
He faces the Absolute Resonance.
And as he looks at it, he perceives something unprecedented:
all desire to fight has already extinguished.
Not because the struggle is impossible,
but because it no longer has any meaning.
The Absolute Resonance ceased all movement. For the first time since its birth as an avatar of the Metaworld, it felt a void in its authority, an impossible hiatus to fill. Its eyes, which ordinarily reflected the entirety of the possibles and impossibles, fixed on Sakolomeh. And in this cosmic silence, a understanding emerged, cold and absolute.
It suddenly realized that it had acted from the start as if it possessed My0x, as if it could contain and decide everything. All its attacks, all its reorganizations of reality, all its bursts of power, everything had been based on a false premise: that it could deny what was not contained in the framework of the Metaworld.
And what it saw now was Sakolomeh-My0x, not as an anomaly, nor an adversary to destroy, but a living proof of absolute exteriority.
A shiver ran through its essence. The Resonance understood that the Metaworld was not the ultimate framework; that the absolute it believed it possessed was relative; that the 0, the Non-Principle, acted without will, independently of any attempt at control.
All the contradictions that had afflicted it until then, all the paradoxes, all the distortions, now took on clear meaning. They were not a weakness of Sakolomeh-My0x, nor a failure of the Metaworld, but the reflection of what it had never been able to contain. Its power was not annulled; it was simply insufficient in the face of the impossibility embodied by the Non-Principle.
Sakolomeh-My0x no longer raised his hand. He no longer attacked, he revealed. Every gesture, every breath of his existence, was a silent reminder: no one could be denied by force, no one could be contained by a relative framework. The Resonance felt this impossibility anchor itself in its very fibers and in this suspended moment, it understood the truth: it had never been in real danger. What it perceived as a threat was only an internal contradiction, a conflict with its own nature as "All without distinction." The combat had always taken place within itself, and Sakolomeh-My0x had only brought to light this absolute fact.
The Resonance ceased seeking to defeat, to dominate. It looked at Sakolomeh, no longer with aggression or fear, but with a new lucidity. Its power remained immense, but it now knew that it could no longer deny what, by nature, could not be denied.
Sakolomeh-My0x imposed nothing. He did not constrain. He simply prevented all negation, not by force, but by sheer impossibility and this impossibility, once recognized, was more binding than any law of the Metaworld, more irreversible than any action of the Absolute Resonance itself.
For the first time, the Metaworld understood that true power resides in what it cannot control, and that the emanation of the 0, even accidental, even silent, was the only one that could restore order beyond all pretension to the absolute.
Sakolomeh-My0x and the Absolute Resonance fixed each other for a long time. Sakolomeh-My0x slightly tilted his head, an imperceptible smile on his lips:
— I suppose our quarrel is finally coming to an end… you seem to have understood… that I was never your true adversary.
The Resonance stabilized, as if the vibrations of its internal strata finally understood what these words meant. Sakolomeh-My0x continued:
— You are impressive, you know… Normally, I would have said I hope we face off again one day. But you… I'd rather refrain. Your power is such that, without my nature, I couldn't even have contemplated you for a single second without sinking into the Collapse.
The Resonance tilted its head, lost in the incomprehension of one absolute facing another. Even it knew, in the silence of the strata, that it did not wish to see Sakolomeh-My0x again in a future duel. The two beings, in this suspended moment, silently understood that no conflict would bring them closer anymore.
Sakolomeh-My0x sketched a slight smile and said:
— You don't mind if I repair all the damage you caused, do you? After all, it was our duel. The others suffered for nothing, might as well give them a bit of justice, right?
The Resonance slightly inclined its head and its body began to dissolve, slipping toward the indescribable places of the Metaworld. This simple gesture showed its silent acceptance: Sakolomeh-My0x could repair what had been broken, and it no longer mattered to it.
Sakolomeh-My0x smirked, his eyes capturing the afterimage of the Metaworld:
— You're really something… so, if a name must exist for you, I'll give you one. How about… Aetherion?
He knew, as did it, that the name had no hold on their true essence. Words could not capture what existed beyond all containment. But if a designation had to apply to their manifest form, he saw no harm in it. Even this name, Aetherion, would never truly belong to it: it would always be too weak to contain what it was.
Sakolomeh-My0x remained for a long moment in silence, contemplating the depth of his own nature. He felt, with new clarity, that he was approaching his principle more closely, in a manner analogous to the Absolute Resonance, but from a more fundamental point of view.
He reflected on his potential for destruction, but also on the coherence he imposed on himself. The Metaworld, he understood, was only a relative framework. It was the "All" that encompasses the Dream, the Chôrion and all emanations, but this All remains subordinate to the Absolute, to the Non-Principle, 0, the only true and ungraspable one. Even the Absolute Resonance, with its pretension to contain everything, remained limited by this cosmic relativity.
Sakolomeh-My0x did not seek to destroy. His power was not that of annihilation for its own sake, but of revelation and reorganization. As an emanation of My0x, he could bend, reorder or reset the Metaworld, erase contradictions and put back in place the Dream and the Chôrion.
But he knew an essential truth: to destroy the Metaworld in the absolute sense is impossible. This relative framework is indispensable as long as the true My0x was the true absolute whose indifference precedes the all without contours. The Metaworld cannot cease to exist, and Sakolomeh-My0x knew it, in perfect harmony with the very structure of reality.
Thus, he could:
Neutralize all entities or forces corrupting or unbalancing the Metaworld.
Repair the structures of the Dream and the Chôrion.
End all contradictions, restoring perfect coherence with My0x.
Prevent any attempt to deny or contest the emanation of the 0 within the Metaworld.
His role was not to suppress, but to reorganize and harmonize. The Metaworld remained a relative framework, indispensable for the expression of possibles and impossibles, and Sakolomeh-My0x was now its conscious guardian, guided by the silent logic of the Non-Principle.
But a darker thought crossed Sakolomeh-My0x's mind. If he decided to abandon all search for coherence and let loose the attacks linked to his true nature, then nothing could contain him. Everything in the Metaworld would become vulnerable to his power: he could annihilate without distinction, without resistance, for his nature was incomprehensible to anyone and capable of breaking all rules.
Gods, demons, Anarchetypes, Chôrion, Dream, Exentities, and even the Absolute Resonance: none could survive the manifestation of the deep nature of Sakolomeh-My0x. This power would be an absolute, unlimited death, except perhaps by the Metaworld itself. But even the latter, fragile in the face of such an expression, would suffer tensions and risks to ensure its own survival, its very structure liable to waver under such an assault.
Yet, a smile crossed Sakolomeh-My0x's face. There was nothing to fear. The My0x code was not a mere language: even if everything was destroyed, he could recreate everything, make the Dream, the Chôrion, the Exentities, the structures and echoes of the Metaworld resurge with the same harmony as before.
He slowly turned his head, observing the Dream that continued to crumble. His decision was made. A new energy coursed through his being, more powerful, more tranquil and infinitely precise:
"I think it's time to act… now."