The Folds blurred.
Noah and Primarch Romulus had spent hours threading through layers of collapsed reality and veiled echoes.
They moved like twin gravities, their paths carved into the unspoken silence of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds. Neither spoke. There was no need.
The destination demanded solemn wonder as it was…their Dead Native Wheel of Existence!
And at last, they crossed through the Folds to arrive where everything began.
Primarch Romulus had a heavy expression as he looked upon the massive obsidian Wheel of Existence that was displayed out in the open of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.
No Infinite Ravines.
No Gateway Domus!
Just…the Wheel.
And the Wheel was dead.
The Verdant Spokes that once spun with the breath of trillions that Romulus knew were all shattered.
The True Frequencies that once harmonized End, Genesis, Fire, Light, and Dark were collapsed into decaying weaves of silence.
