In Alfheimr, the vibrant twilight burned across skies that held every color of flame simultaneously.
The Primordial Realm of THE Creature was a place where existence itself felt more real than anywhere else in Observable Existence, where the weight of simply being pressed against visitors with authority that reminded them they existed only because Existence permitted it.
Mountains rose toward horizons that couldn't be reached, their peaks shrouded in mists that held secrets accumulated across eons. Forests of trees older than most civilizations spread across valleys that had witnessed the birth and death of countless powers.
And on the same mountain that THE Living Origin and THE First Hunger had descended a little while ago, after Origin had received her answer from THE Creature and given her answer to Hunger, two different figures were now walking up.
