The Oneiric Sanctum existed in the spaces between sleeping and waking, a crystalline cathedral suspended in the realm where consciousness touched the fundamental threads of possibility. For nine thousand years, it had served as the seat of the Dream Oracles—beings who had transcended physical existence to become pure interpretation, consciousness patterns that could read the future by parsing the symbolic language of cosmic dreams.
Oracle Vex'thara the Eternal had been the greatest among them. Her awareness spanned millennia, her consciousness capable of processing probability streams that stretched across multiple timelines simultaneously. She had witnessed the birth of stars, interpreted the dreams of dying gods, and mapped the destinies of entire civilizations with the kind of precision that made prophecy indistinguishable from mathematical certainty.
Today, she was about to encounter something that would teach her that mathematics was optional.
