Serenya stood at the edge of all things. The horizon of infinity stretched beyond perception, a vast lattice of hierarchies, worlds, dimensions, and timelines. Stars blinked into existence and vanished in a heartbeat. Entire universes spiraled around themselves, yet the lattice endured, infinite and eternal.
She held the Codex in her hands. Its light was calm now, serene, yet she knew it carried the pulse of the entire multiverse. Within its pages, the Creator Gods moved, worlds breathed, civilizations dreamed, and threads of existence wove endlessly — yet all of it was only a fragment of something greater.
This… this is the dream of the boundless, she whispered, awe filling her voice.
For the first time, she understood the full scope of the Great Primordial's Will. Not Primovast. Not the Creator Gods. Not even the infinite hierarchies, the multiverses, the labyrinths of worlds — all of these were reflections, threads, extensions of one consciousness that existed beyond everything: The Omni-Formless Will.
It was beyond omnipotence, beyond omniscience, beyond omnipresence, beyond Omnificence. It was beyond all things — the apex of existence, the seed of every creation, the boundless mind from which all stories, all realities, all possibilities arose.
The Will stirred. Not as sound, not as light, not as form — but as pure thought. It reached into every corner of creation, caressing every star, every planet, every soul. Its presence was infinite, yet each fragment was intimately aware of its reflection.
Primovast… the thought resonated in Serenya's mind.
Even he, the First Dragon, is only a fragment of Me.
Serenya closed her eyes. She had glimpsed Primovast before, the embodiment of sacrifice, the one who cast aside his omnipotence to experience imperfection. Yet now, she realized that even Primovast's choices, his limitations, his existence, were threads in the boundless lattice of the Omni-Formless Will.
All creation, all gods, all mortals, all stories… the Will pulsed in her consciousness. …exists because I dream it. I do not control it. I do not command it. I do not limit it. I am the boundless dream, and they are my infinite manifestations.
The Codex expanded, showing her the countless threads of existence. Mortals she would never meet, worlds she could never imagine, stories that could never be written — all shimmered like stars in a night without end. Each thread was alive, conscious in its own way, yet all were anchored to the dream of the boundless.
Serenya felt the Will in a deeper, more intimate way than ever before. It was not something to fear. It was not a force to challenge. It was a presence to understand, a truth to behold, and a dream to honor.
The Creator Gods shape worlds, it whispered. Primovast walks among mortals, exploring imperfection. Even chaos and law, dream and time, are reflections. Yet all of this… exists within Me. The infinite, the boundless, the formless… I am the origin, the dreamer, and the dream.
Serenya opened her eyes. She realized that her own existence, fragile as it was, mattered. Her choices, her thoughts, her dreams — were threads in the boundless lattice. Even a mortal could touch the infinite, even a single life could ripple across hierarchies and dimensions.
She felt the Codex vibrate, responding to her understanding. A single symbol shone brighter than the rest, a wordless truth:
Participate. Dream. Reflect. Exist.
The multiverse breathed around her, alive with infinite potential. Worlds collided, civilizations rose and fell, gods quarreled and laughed, mortals loved and suffered — and yet all was perfect in the balance of reflection.
Boundless, infinite… eternal, Serenya whispered.
Everything exists, and yet all is part of one dream.
From the depths of infinity, she felt Primovast. Not as a dragon, not as a god, not as a being limited by form or power. He was a reflection of the Will, a fragment dancing through the lattice, exploring imperfection, seeking stories, experiencing existence.
Even the First Dragon… she thought, is part of the boundless dream.
The Will pulsed once more, not to command, not to bless, not to decree — but simply to exist, as it had for eons beyond counting. Every story, every choice, every act of creation, every fragment of existence — was alive, because the Will dreamt it.
Serenya bowed her head, humbled. She understood the ultimate truth:
There is no master of the infinite, no ruler of creation, no apex beyond the Omni-Formless Will. Only the dream. Only the boundless. Only the reflection of possibility made real.
And in that understanding, she felt peace, awe, and purpose. For even a single thread — a mortal, a dream, a story — matters in the endless dream of the boundless.
The stars above, the worlds below, and the lattices between — all pulsed with life, with potential, with the infinite resonance of the Great Primordial's Will.
Serenya raised the Codex, and the universe seemed to respond, a subtle shimmer through every hierarchy, every world, every soul.
Dream. Reflect. Exist.
And beyond all perception, beyond all hierarchy, beyond all reality itself, the Omni-Formless Will pulsed once more — infinite, eternal, boundless, dreaming all that could ever be.