Terraria was not the house of the singularity and yet it housed the most powerful beings in the omniverse. The thing is, they did not achieve this over the years. Since the fall of the great emperor that shook planets and galaxies, Terraria had become the weak planet. That is to say that empire of death and the Garagor empire had taken over many land. However, there is a catch to this: the ranger empire and the other minorities did not want to get left behind. In this sense, the truth remained untouched for eons till that woman came into the canvas of super universe of life… yeah one of the universe in the multiverse of war.
Athena Imperios: HAHA! This universe has looked away from the truth, shifting their own stories. At least, I can make it a new heaven for our new family here. The thing is, I cannot be taken away from what I said. Oh my little son! My name does not suit me. I cannot even think about war when being with you. And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. Everything shall come to the fullness of my wisdom and trees. I mean, you are not being the weakest, my son.
( Athena got to see many stars, destroying despite her debilitated state. She shaped a new weapon for her arsenal. In doing so, she created a new technique. { stardust isolation of 1000 suns"}
REALLY, you are my everything. That is why mommy got hurt. No worries! You are not at fault for this. It my fault for being so weak. The thing is, I will continue challenging this vibe. In my eyes, you will become the inheritor of the new palace of logos. I just hope you can achieve the crown of logos. To my taste, you are handsome enough. So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. Imma help you. Nothing could be more beautiful than staying with you. But my son… oh my son! Hear me well. I will get weaker because of my injury.
(Athena seemed rather weak, touching her generous U breast cups to feed Basil. Basil remained silent, focusing on drinking milk. The legendary preposition of faith was becoming real in her love for him. She blessed Basil, imposing her hands on his left leg)
Well, my little child. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. And you will have many wives in your life. I can see it. You are more than a Casanova. After all, very few people could actually tremble before the gates of death, but you go beyond it. Really, you have a direct connection to the Logos. Oh my love! You are the only one for me. Who could desire a mother like me? NO ONE! O begotten logos. Bless my child. If all else perished like the mortal that my son because of his condition, and that he remained a mortal , I should still continue to be his mother; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger or possibly my universe. For it shall nourish him in all the aspects of the truth.
( the sense of life cannot get ahead of me was the phrase in her mind. She touched her forehead carefully, transferring knowledge to Basil)
Well, my son. There is something that you cannot know this way. I have transferred the best of the year in the storm of what it means to be alive. The thing is, you are more than alive, my little Basil. All things are in flux; the flux is subject to a unifying measure or rational principle. This principle (logos, the hidden harmony behind all change) bound opposites together in a unified tension, which is like that of a lyre, where a stable harmonious sound emerges from the tension of the opposing forces that arise from the bow bound together by the string. In this sense, nothing can actually show up for the initial population of your achievements.
(As the memory came to a stop, something got broken in the conscious of Basil. This memory had always been engraved into his memory, Basil continued walking in the very few ways he would come to do when being mad. In this sense, Basil touched his eyes weirdly. After all, he had just arrived for the new load of work that he had to organize with his wives.)
Basil: This is the past. I cannot fully control it, but there is a chance. We most of us hesitate to make so complete a statement - we remember and we foresee and we doubt. She had no doubts. The moment only mattered. Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.
(Basil hugged Veronika all of a sudden in the tempest of faith for the first time. She felt his heat and sorrow. He was crying blood like a boy in tremendous pain)
What did time matter - all the past and the other men she may from time to time (there is that word again) have known, or all the future in which she might be making the same statement with the same sense of truth? When I replied to mother that I loved her too in that way, I was the liar, not she, for I never lose the consciousness of time: to me the present is never here: it is always last year or next week. But rather than that. It is just an element of unity: present, past and future.