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Chapter 5622: Dimensionality! II
And as he finished outlining the framework within himself, the Reverie took his taxonomy and set it into record, prompts unfolding one after another in plain confirmation.
|Your framework of Dimensionality has been recorded.|
|THE FIRST DIMENSIONALITY: THE FINITE VERSE. Attributes above zero through ten. The layer in which nearly all of existence resides, and the only layer most of it will ever know. Every being here is a closed sum: finite power, finite reach, finite perception, finite time. They perceive only their own layer. THE Argent Loom, and all beings standing deeper, are entirely beyond their senses, and what they cannot perceive, they cannot touch, resist, or flee.|
|Empires rise here, frameworks crown their chosen here, and entire histories of the mighty play out here, all within a vessel whose walls the Finite will never see. To the layers above, the grandest wars of THE FINITE VERSE are...ants fighting.|
|THE SECOND DIMENSIONALITY: THE TRANSFINITE VERSE. Attributes of ten and above. Existence admits these beings past the countable. The Argent Loom becomes visible. The Finite become unable to perceive them unless perception is granted. Reserves, reach, and authority here exceed every closed sum of the layer below, yet remain ordered, comparable, and climbable: within this Verse, depth continues to matter, and a wide enough gap in attributes or in uniqueness may still place one Transfinite being beyond another’s senses, as your Solipsism already demonstrates.|
|Your current footing, the Wardens and Enforcers of THE ETERNAL PAX, and Primeval Ones at their height all reside within this Verse. It is deeper than any count of the Finite, and it is still not the deep end.|
|THE THIRD DIMENSIONALITY: THE INEFFABLE VERSE. Hypothesized. Estimated to begin at fifty attributes or above. Unverified by your senses. If it exists, it is the standing at which measurement itself fails: no panel opens, no comparison holds, no count closes, and no language of attributes properly applies. The Ineffable would be that which water, depth, and shore were always insufficient words for. To them, THE TRANSFINITE VERSE may appear as the Finite appears to you, and existence may not merely admit them, but defer. Candidates: the summit of THE ETERNAL PAX. THE Sealed One, should he attain what he seeks should be far past this Dimensionality. Those Who Remain may be far, far above this Dimensionality. ?????|
|The framework is yours, and it will be refined as your perception deepens. Hypotheses are recorded as hypotheses.|
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There was one more rung, and it sat below all the others, and it was the one that unsettled him. The inhibited of THE Serenaros, pressed to decimals, a True Gilded Lifeform reading below one. The Pax did not merely chain its captives. It pressed them beneath even THE FINITE VERSE, down into a shallowness that existence had never intended for anything, where everything could perceive them and they could reach nothing at all. Perhaps that was the true cage, and the metal boxes were only furniture.
|2,500,000 Provenance Telos Quarks converted.|
|5,000,000 Provenance Telos Quarks converted. The pace of THE Infinite Provenance Baryogenesis continues to rise within the Reverie.|
WAA!
The dance turned. The sky bloomed!
Thalia’s hand rested in his, and her eyes were closed now, and if she could feel the storm of reckoning moving through the man she was dancing with, she gave no sign beyond the smallest curve at the corner of her mouth.
And the epiphanies moved on, from what Dimensionality was to what rulership was, because in truth the two had been the same question wearing different clothes.
Rulership over a large portion of existence, and tremendously high Dimensionality...seemed like something that went hand in hand.
But how did one actually spread rulership across something as vast as existence? For Existence was vast!
The obvious road was the one he had been walking: take Dimensions, take Observable Existences, seat authority over territory and let the territory answer to him. It worked. It was also slow, and loud, and it painted a target on every border he drew.
THE ETERNAL PAX had partly noticed him because he ruled a Dimension...alongside the fuckery of THE Sealed One. Territory was rulership that announced itself.
HUUM!
Another epiphany arrived, fully formed in the manner the Reverie delivered its best ones!
He did not need to rule Dimensions. He did not even need to rule Observable Existences.
He needed to rule lifeforms!
Humans. Beings. The living, wherever they stood, whatever framework fed them. Territory was only ever a container for them!
And the moment he thought it, another memory surfaced to meet it
THE Infinity Eater.
A Descendant of Those Who Remain that did not rule an inch of territory, so far as any record showed. And yet it was the source of Infinity itself for entire populations of Infinite Lifeforms, beings who drew their seas from threads the Eater lent, and most of them did not even know. They believed their Infinity was their own. They built lives and Pantheons and empires on a borrowed wellspring, and somewhere far away, a single being held the other end of every thread.
Was that not rulership of the deepest kind? No borders. No banners. No target painted anywhere, because the ruled did not know they were subjects. The Eater did not govern where its dependents stood. It governed what they were made of!
Could he not extend his rulership the same way?
The question opened, and the Reverie poured into it, and the pieces of his own existence began raising their hands one by one.
His Infinite Sanguine Mana. An inexhaustible ocean, generated from within, unperceivable to beings beneath his depth, already proven to pass through loomlight itself untouched. What was Infinity, to an Infinite Lifeform?
A reserve that answered when called. If threads of his mana could be spun fine enough, thinned past all perception, and set where Infinite Lifeforms drew their power, would their calls not be answered just the same? They would pull, and something would answer, and the something would be him!
He could become a source of Infinity, the wellspring beneath other beings’ seas.
And his Provenance Essence. Rarer, dearer, limited where the mana was not, but of a purity that predated frameworks entirely. THE Primordial Source was the other great root that Source Lifeforms drank from, dense foundational being itself.
Could refined essence, or the light it shed, stand in that place? Could he become a source of THE Primordial Source and Infinity, so that Infinite Lifeforms, Gilded Ones burning their Egos bright and Source Lifeforms deepening their patient cores were, at the very bottom of their draw, drawing on him?
Two wellsprings. One infinite, one precious. Between them, they touched nearly every variety of powered lifeform existence had produced!
Which left only the question of reach. How did one lay a wellspring beneath beings scattered across Dimensions and Observable Existences beyond counting?
For a moment he considered the Argent Loom, since the Loom already did something similar, invisible rivers threading all of existence, unperceived by everything beneath the Second Tier. But the thought discarded itself almost as quickly as it formed. The Loom was not his!
It was the Pax’s industry and, if Skallagrim’s theory held, an extension of the thoughts of Those Who Remain. Building his rulership on a borrowed road meant the road’s owner could close it, and he had rejected borrowed foundations once already, on obsidian sands, with an entire system watching.
No. The answer was already inside him, and it had been all along.
His Infinite Sanguine Mana was not perceivable by those beneath him. That was not a limitation. That was the entire mechanism. An infinite, self-generated, imperceivable substance, spun into threads finer than any sense that would ever check for them, spread outward across existence the way his blood already answered him across any distance, latching quietly onto the draw of every lifeform that reached for Infinity, for Source, for power it assumed was its own!
No conquest. No announcement. Every pull, answered. Every answer, a thread of rulership!
They would never even realize!
HUUM!
The dance turned once more beneath the budding sky, and Noah held that design in the endless blue of his pupilless eyes, complete and patient and enormous, and only one small question kept turning quietly at the edge of it.
The seat he intended to occupy already had an occupant. Somewhere across existence, THE Infinity Eater held the other end of countless threads.
And what did such a being do, he wondered, when it noticed a second hand on his rulership?
|10,000,000 Provenance Telos Quarks converted.|
|Your attributes have risen. VERITAS: 19. PROVENANCE: 16. POTENTIA: INFINITE. PONDUS: 19.|
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