The Throne Beyond All
Ethan Omega sat alone upon the Throne of All Realities, Zytherion Omnivarch—a monument not carved from marble or steel, but from pure narrative essence, language itself shaped into form. The throne shimmered like the skin of a sleeping star, humming softly with the pulse of every reality it governed.
Above, the sky held no color—just an ever-shifting aurora of story threads, dancing across the void like cosmic ink in water. Ethan's cloak, stitched from woven stardust and fragmented memory, billowed gently behind him, untouched by wind yet never still.
His golden gaze swept across the boundless multiverse. Twenty-six years had passed in the mortal realms. To him, it was but a flicker. Yet through the lens of eternity, he watched every second unfold, every heartbeat play out in perfect harmony.
He leaned forward, resting his chin against folded fingers, the eternal author watching the final chapters of lives he no longer touched—but still cherished.
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