The Primordial's Gambit
The Primordial stood before me, its form flickering with the light of infinite beginnings. I stared at the figure, the weight of its words pressing down on me. The source of the source. The beginning of the beginning. It had come to offer me a choice. "A choice?" I asked. "What kind of choice?" The Primordial moved closer, its energy warm and welcoming. "You have healed the Absolute, James. You have sealed the fracture. You have restored the Source. But there is more to existence than restoration. There is more to reality than healing." "What do you mean?" The Primordial was silent for a long moment. Then it said: "I am the beginning, James. The source of all sources. The thing that existed before the Absolute, before the Source, before everything. And I have been waiting for someone
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