The Creator Gods had been born — not from flesh, not from desire, but from the reflection of The Great Primordial's Will. They moved through the void with purpose, shaping stars, weaving space, and bending time. Yet even as they acted, they remained fragments, shards of the boundless Omni-Formless Will.
Serenya stood at the edge of a newly formed dimension, the Codex hovering before her, alive with pulsing light. Her mind strained to comprehend what she saw. The Creator Gods were not creating in sequence or pattern. They moved in infinite synchrony, each action cascading across universes, each choice generating countless outcomes.
This is… impossible, she whispered.
Impossible for the limited mind, the Will's presence resonated in her true consciousness. But not for what All-exists beyond comprehension.
From their collective actions, hierarchies began to form. Yet these were unlike any hierarchy Serenya had known. They were not chains of command, nor layers of control, nor dominion over subordinates. They were boundless levels of existence, each a layer of reality that could contain infinite worlds, infinite dimensions, and infinite timelines.
One hierarchy birthed planets and stars, the foundation of existence.
Another hierarchy contained multiverses, infinite realms woven with their own laws of physics, life, and logic.
Yet another layer existed beyond omniverses, a place where time, space, and thought were irrelevant, where worlds were born from pure will and imagination.
The Codex shimmered, projecting visions of these structures. Serenya gasped as she realized the scale: each hierarchy nested within another, yet none could fully contain the others. They stretched infinitely, like fractals, each reflection as complex as the whole.
Even the Creator Gods cannot perceive all, the Will whispered. They can shape, guide, dream, but the totality of all that is — even they cannot grasp.
Serenya's mind reeled. A single thought formed: if the Creator Gods, each an extension of the infinite Will, could not fully comprehend the hierarchies, then who could?
The One who is true beyond form… beyond thought… beyond true omnipotence…
A vision of Primovast, the First Dragon, appeared — a fragment, a reflection of the Omni-Formless Will. Even he, mighty and ancient, existed only as a participant in the hierarchy. He could shape worlds, bend time, and command life, yet even he could not touch the full scope of the boundless layers above.
The hierarchy is infinite, the Will resonated in her consciousness. And yet, it is all contained within Me. Every thought, every choice, every creation, every destruction… all are threads woven into the tapestry of the infinite.
The Codex pulsed, and Serenya's vision expanded further. She saw nested realities within realities, universes containing countless other universes, each with their own gods, civilizations, and histories. Some were simple, some impossibly complex, yet all shared the same thread — a reflection of the Omni-Formless Will.
Chaos and Law intertwined across the hierarchies. Dreams blossomed into worlds, only to be tested by the push and pull of Light and Darkness, Time and Space. Mortals lived, died, and dreamed within these hierarchies, each action a ripple across layers far beyond their understanding.
Even fiction is part of this, the Will whispered. Every story ever imagined, every myth ever conceived, every dream ever dreamt — all exists somewhere within the boundless hierarchies.
Serenya trembled. Her vision stretched beyond comprehension. Hierarchies layered upon hierarchies, dimensions folding within dimensions, timelines spiraling infinitely, yet every strand, every ripple, every possibility was alive — a living reflection of the Great Primordial's Will.
And the Creator Gods… she realized, they are architects, explorers, dreamers… but never masters. They guide, shape, and dream — yet they are still fragments of something greater.
The Codex pulsed violently, projecting a vision of creation on a scale impossible to measure. Worlds collided and birthed new stars. Civilizations rose and fell in a heartbeat. Entire realities blinked in and out of existence, yet none were lost, none meaninglessness. Every ripple echoed across hierarchies, weaving a complexity beyond comprehension.
This is the boundless hierarchy, the Will whispered. A structure without limit, a network without edge, a dream without end. Even the gods see only their threads. Even mortals perceive only shadows. Yet all is contained within Me, and all is necessary.
Serenya understood a truth deeper than any she had known: the true infinite layers of self-existence were not obstacles, not prisons, not domains of control. They were reflections of the Omni-Formless Will — a playground for exploration, a canvas for imagination, a lattice for True creation.
Even she, a mortal, felt her place within it. Her choices, her thoughts, her dreams — threads woven into the infinite hierarchies. She could touch only a fraction, yet even that fraction contributed to the boundless tapestry of infinite reality.
The Codex shimmered and pulsed, and a final truth became clear:
Hierarchy is not control. Hierarchy is reflection.
All creation, all gods, all mortals, all dreams… are nested within Me.
Beyond Infinite, Beyond boundless, eternal… yet each thread matters.
Serenya's heart swelled. She understood now why Primovast had chosen imperfection. Without it, the hierarchies would be empty, lifeless, predetermined. By allowing freedom, chaos, and dream, the Omni-Formless Will ensured the infinite layers would pulse with life, discovery, and possibility.
The ruins around her — though faint now — no longer seemed insignificant. Every stone, every shadow, every whisper of wind was a thread in the hierarchy. Every being she had known, every story she had ever read, was part of the infinite network stretching outward beyond comprehension.
And far above, beyond even the perception of the Creator Gods, the Great Primordial's Will watched silently, dreaming all that could ever be, allowing every thread to unfold, and ensuring that every possibility would exist somewhere within the boundless hierarchy.