From the Crack of Observable Existence, a flicker of brilliance introduced what was coming before the form itself became visible.
Heat.
Scorching, impossible heat that radiated outward with intensity that made the surrounding fabric of reality recoil. It was as if something that had been burning for eons beyond counting finally found reprieve, steam releasing from surfaces too hot to touch. The steam alone carried enough destructive potential to harm even an entity at the Absolute Depth of THE Civilizational Scale of Existence.
And then the throne emerged.
It was massive beyond comprehension, thousands of miles in scope, obsidian in composition but ancient.
Carvings adorned its surface that depicted scenes from before Existence learned to differentiate, symbols that predated Chaos itself. The armrests were worn smooth from eons of use, and the back rose toward heights that seemed to pierce through dimensions rather than simply occupying space.
