The Great Beyonder felt a tug...and then, she vanished.
WAP!
She reappeared in a place utterly different.
A place that felt… fresh.
New.
Like the crisp scent of a new car or a just-finished home… not that the Great Beyonder had ever experienced either.
Her will extended outward as she sensed dazzling purple Strings of Existence- not linear, but spiraling into infinite symbols spinning endlessly around her.
Some were massive infinity symbols, anchored in space, pulsing and humming as they released waves of concentrated Weavings of Existence.
This place was… complex beyond comprehension. The Great Beyonder could feel something akin to a Wild True Source- but far purer.
Far more intricate.
And although its weavings permeated everything, they didn't press or tear through others. The destruction and chaos… nourished?
Her own Purity and Complexity buzzed with awakened activity just from existing here, astonished by the sensation.
