{The Abyss Beyond Form}
A vast, undefined space stretches beyond all conceptual frameworks. It is not dark, nor is it light. It is neither empty nor full. It is an empty state, where even the notion of nothingness has yet to form.
Zenoth Aetherion exists here, not in the way something is, but as an absolute fact that defines all attempts of understanding. His presence is neither registered nor unregistered. It simply is. He steps forward—or at least what lesser beings might interpret as movement. His existence shifts, and with it, the boundary of this known space quivers as if, as though reality itself is trying to comprehend what has just encounter.
A voice——no, a thought, an echo of something that has never spoken before. It emanates from the abyss.
[???]
"So you have arrived at the threshold."
Zenoth does not turn. Instead, his awareness simply extends towards the source. Before him, a vague presence materializes, not in form, but as a suggestion of a presence. This is being is an observer, a remnant of a time before structure. Unlike the previous celestials, this entity is not bound by layers of existence. It is witness to things that predate all conceptualization.
Zenoth speaks, but his voice does not carry sound. It defines itself as a sound. A statement in the very fragment of existence.
"Threshold? You assume there is a limit. That there is a point at which something ends and something else begins." The Observer does not respond immediately. Instead, the notion of silence passes a moment that exists only because time, cause, and effect briefly align to permit it.
"You transcend what even the monarchs of incompleteness cannot perceive, and yet you are bound by observation itself. If you are perceived, you still exist within a framework."
[Zenoth narrows his gaze, a false assumption.]
Reality controls as Zen Oath simply denies the premise of being perceived. The observer fractures not as an entity breaking apart, but as the very concept of its existence unweaving. The rules of engagement no longer apply. There is no observer because there is no framework where observation is valid.
The abyss shudders. Zenoth had taken his first step beyond the principle of interaction itself.
A force pushes back. Not as resistance, but as a natural reaction to an event beyond causality. The metal-veil, a barrier that separates all established systems of existence from the incompressible infinities beyond beginnings to distort.
For an instant, all things could be attempt to fold then back into a state that can be understood.
Zenoth does not resist. He does not need to.
He simply continues.
[Beyond the Metal Veil]
The metal veil does not break. It does not shatter. It ceased to be relevant. Zenoth steps forward entering a realm where no cause can have an effect, where existence itself is merely an echo of something far greater.
Zenoth is alone in the truest sense of the word.
and yet…
something else is waiting.
Something that should not be.