While a glorious Tree of Unity bloomed in the Transcendent Temporal Folds, elsewhere in existence, darker seeds were being planted with equal care.
In the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, space itself existed as suggestion rather than certainty.
Here, reality folded in on itself repeatedly, creating passages that led everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. Obsidian mirrors lined these impossible corridors, but they showed possibilities of what might be, what could have been, what would never be allowed to exist.
Through this maze of potential walked Schrodinger…or rather, another body of his, for beings of his nature rarely confined themselves to singular existence.
This version moved with the same certainty as the one attending the Concordat, his beggar's clothes somehow remaining consistently ragged despite passing through spaces that should have transformed or destroyed them entirely.
