A Wheel of Existence actually undergoes a series of transformations—again and again—across its infinite weavings.
The first transformation was meant to succeed.
But when it failed, the Wheel shattered like a shell far too intricate to remain whole. In shedding that immense complexity, another version of itself bloomed—but it was a dim echo. Less pure. Less vast.
Logically, if the transformation couldn't succeed when the Wheel held its peak brilliance and complexity, how could it possibly succeed in a lesser state? The second time. The third. The eighth.
And now, it stood on the edge of a ninth transformation—its final one!
Failure was almost written into its fate.
The Ninth Breaking of the Wheel was bound to happen, and this time with finality!
Noah's eyes simmered, lit with the terrible glow of existence as he thought through it all.
