As the weavings of an Amarantos Dream unfolded with obscurity in one region.
Across the Frequencies of Existence, other weavings manifested gloriously.
In an unknown Frequency.
Dazzling, multicolored rivers of reality swirled around a particular region, stretching outward for light-years.
At the center of these rivers stood a figure- Bob!
A placid expression filled his eyes as he toyed with a Node of Existence.
Before him hovered two dazzling Wheels of Existence, one black and one white as they were manifestations of profound power- of True Sources!
He held a sense of wonder and clarity as he gazed into the depths of these Dead True Sources.
Within their intricate design and countless spokes, one could see the weavings of entire seas of existence.
Seas of weavings.
At this moment, Bob focused on a specific subsection of the black Wheel of Existence.
Between two spokes lay a thick, dark sea- a place where the wails and screams of quintillions echoed.
