The ignorant moved without fear.
Such words remained far too true across the weavings of existence.
Across the stretches of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds, collapse, existence, and nonexistence flowed with the living and the dead- neither side able to say what the truth of all weavings truly were.
Both the living and the dead looked for purpose.
Whether such a purpose could be found…was another question entirely.
BOOM!
The Peacemaker floated in the folds of collapse and madness, his gaze locked on the far distance where he could still hear the constant bombardment of the place he once called home.
Home.
He had gone from one infinite tower to the next until he finally escaped the bounds of an entire weaving of a Prime Frequency.
He sought peace, and yet… complete peace always managed to elude him.
"I want to help…"
His voice was little more than a whisper, but the moment the words left him, his chest buzzed and vibrated as the Enneagram spun in reply.
