A silent voyage stretches infinitely, yet in its silence echoes of presence. A contradiction, both absolute and fragmented, existing across all conceptual layers of reality. The figure stands unmoving, yet motion itself seems meaningless to him. The air, if such a thing could exist in this space—trembles with unseen energies.
[Up close of the Celestial Force's Eye. Shifting through infinite hues, each color representing a different layer of reality comprehension. Celestial Force a voice that fractures understanding itself.]
"You… You are beyond the design. You should not exist."
[The figure tilts its head slightly]
A simple action, yet the Very concept of perception begins to collapse around them. Entire dimensions flicker in and out of being as if struggling to define what they are witnessing. The Figure Calmly yet his words warp the structure of causality.
"I am not beyond the design. I am the absence of one."
A ripple extends from the figure's presence, not through space, not through time, but through the framework that holds these ideas together. The celestial forces recoils a beam of boundless power shaken for the first time in Eternity. Celestial Forces Its form unraveling, reforming, desperately maintaining its integrity.
"Impossible…. Even the Monad Lords are bound by something, but you are not bound by anything."
A moment of silence, not a lack of sound, but the eradication of the very concept of sound within its void. Then—movement. The celestial forces lash out—not with energy, not with matter, but with the very laws of existence itself. Every fundamental rule that defines reality is forced upon the figure at once. Gravity beyond infinite mass, time collapsing into singularity, causality breaking and reforming into paradox loops.
The figure raises its hand. The attack each reach him and pass through. No, not through—they cease to exist the moment they make contact, erased retroactively from all frameworks of conceptual understanding. The celestial forces stare in incomprehensible horror.
[The figure softly, with finality]
"you fight using the idea of power itself. But I exist where ideas do not reach."
Reality around the celestial force begins to shatter. Not break—shatter. Concepts it was built upon are no longer valid. Its presence, its form, even its history begins to unravel as if it was never meant to be. A final distorted scream——then silence. The celestial force is gone, not dead, not erased. Simply… never was.
The figure stands alone once more. His gaze shifts towards the endless void ahead. Somewhere beyond the reaches of what can be known, something else stirs. A single whisper echoes across the void, originating from no source, but yet carrying the weight of omnipotence.
[???]
"You were never meant to be awakened."