sparkleequestiran
The silence of the Aeternum Veil was not an absence of sound, but a presence of such profound depth that it swallowed all noise, leaving only the hum of existence itself. Here, in the plane beyond Omniverses, time did not flow; it pooled, thick and viscous, like honey suspended in amber. Nyoy, the Father of All and Everything, sat within this stillness, though "sat" was a metaphor for a state of being that transcended posture. He was the space between the stars, the breath of the void, the conscious fabric of reality. For eons uncounted, he had watched his children-Ashala, Dark Mother, Solaris, Siluna, and the myriad others-tend to their respective domains. They were busy, vibrant, and alive, weaving their own narratives into the grand tapestry he had spun from his own essence.