At this moment, his mind buzzed with glory as he cycled everything he had to utter out something that only Fundamental Depth entities could produce.
He formed a Thesis in his mind.
The process was heavy.
It demanded everything he had and more.
His Philologies began to restructure themselves, arranging into patterns that he had only just learned existed. The Phonemes of The First Tongue vibrated at frequencies that pushed against the boundaries of what his current immensity could support. His Logos blazed with blue-gold fire as they prepared to serve as the framework for something that should have been beyond his reach.
The drain on his reserves was immediate and staggering.
But THE Formless Depth held firm.
It told him that this was possible. That the normal rules didn't apply to him. That if he wanted to speak with the voice of Fundamental Depth, then he would speak with the voice of Fundamental Depth and reality could adjust its expectations accordingly.
He opened his eyes.
