Countless Living Existences across the Concordat Amphitheater exchanged glances that spoke volumes.
Some were actually laughing…quiet, bitter sounds that suggested Existence had finally revealed its ultimate joke!
The idea that they, who had spent eons defining themselves through opposition to Living Paradoxes, would now enter those lands freely, would allow those same Paradoxes into their most sacred spaces...
Such a thing could only be impossibility dressed in farmer's clothing.
Yet above them, the Fold Dwellers continued with the patient certainty of those who had seen this resistance before, had planned for it, had brought solutions wrapped in verdant possibility.
Elysia waved her hand with grace, and from her palm emerged something that made reality itself lean in for a closer look.
A seed materialized…not large, barely the size of a child's fist, but it pulsed with verdant light that suggested forests waiting to be born, harvests that hadn't yet been imagined.
