Choices!
They were being made in a certain Wheel of Existence, in an insignificant corner of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.
And elsewhere, far from that place, other choices were being made.
Choices tied to something that had recently left that very same Wheel. Or perhaps it had left ages ago. Time, after all, held no fixed meaning in the Nullvein Gravewake Folds, where paradox, collapse, existence, and nonexistence twisted together.
That something was none other than Bob. He moved through the Nullvein Gravewake Folds, his form surrounded by an illusory Black Absolute Complex True Source, a Dead Wheel of Existence.
He seemed to cross vast distances in a single second, then linger in place, unmoving, for what felt like an hour.
His True Source pulsed with terrific complexity and purity one moment, only to flicker into silence the next. And after an indeterminate span of time and space, he finally caught hold of the thread of weavings he sought.
He pulled on it.
