The domain of THE Living Paradox was a ridiculous one.
It was a realm where "up" was a matter of opinion and "distance" was a suggestion that was frequently ignored.
THE Living Paradox stood upon a Primordial Fold Balcony...a structure composed of non-Euclidean geometry that overlooked the Fold Sea of Unhappened Things.
A vast, gray ocean where trillions of potential timelines that had been decimated from reality by Paradox rotted in silence. They were...inconsequential, not things to think of and ponder about too much.
THE Living Paradox stood at the edge, his form shifting subtly. One moment he appeared as an elderly sage wreathed in smoke, the next a young conqueror clad in armor of liquid glass.
He was constant only in his inconsistency.
He did not turn as the atmosphere behind him suddenly screamed with color.
CRACKLE.
The air bruised violet, then bled into a manic, ecstatic gold. THE Living Emotive arrived by simply inflicting her presence upon the coordinates.
