As we witnessed the unfolding multiverse, I noticed a subtle pattern. A systematic curve drew realities into its sweep.
"Tsv, what is this curve?" I asked, intrigued.
Tsv's gaze followed the curve. "Balance," Tsv replied, its voice low and reverent. "Everything in this cosmos has a weight that Balance weighs."
The curve seemed to pulse, as if alive.
"Morning and Night, Good and Bad, holy and evil," Tsv enumerated. "Light and dark, life and death, ever and never. Existence and non-existence, eternal and temporal. All things in the cosmos are bound to the scale of Balance."
I pressed for understanding. "What is this Balance?"
Tsv's expression turned enigmatic. "Even I, who have lived forever, have no clue." Its words sent shivers through me.
"I am merely a slave to Balance, as we all are."
"Who maintains this Balance?" I asked.
Tsv's silence was oppressive. "Balance is," it said finally. "It simply is."
Then, Tsv's gaze drifted into the depths of the multiverse. "But if there is a 'something' that governs Balance..."
Pausing, Tsv's voice dropped to a whisper. "It's only the Bigger Truth."
The words echoed through my mind, "The Bigger Truth".
A mystery beyond Balance.