In existence, a question echoes through every layer of reality, whispered by the weak and pondered by the powerful: Do beings have free will?
This question has been asked since consciousness first recognized itself as conscious, since the first being looked at its own actions and wondered…did I choose this, or was choice merely the illusion I was permitted to experience?
In the Earliest Folds, when time still debated with itself about which direction to flow, there came a moment that those who witnessed it would never forget, though none could agree on why it had occurred.
Countless Early Creatures had been gathered together in the Early Veiled Shore of THE Creature itself…that primordial being whose nature transcended classification.
The Shore stretched endlessly in all directions, its waters so blue they made the concept of other colors seem like failed attempts at approximation.
