The memory faded away just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving him floating in darkness once more while his consciousness processed what he'd witnessed.
The First Tongue.
A language of Existence itself that even THE entities didn't properly understand. Something that THE Resplendent Paradox had taught herself through methods that nearly destroyed her, something she considered too difficult to pass on despite her obvious power.
Chaos, Paradox, Existence itself.
They were fundamental weavings that needed to be learned, internalized, mastered if one wanted to advance beyond THE distinction toward whatever lay beyond.
And the substrate of their Observable Existence was somehow stunted, weak, making such advancement even more difficult than it should have been.
Why?
