The many-faced locus that had carried Erwin's evolving consciousness had gone flat behind the silver glow, the expressions no longer cycling through their configurations but fixed in the flatness of something whose internal process had been removed and replaced with a single imperative.
An Existential Acedia Dredge.
The glorious Living Paradox. THE Information Paradox!
Turned and altered by something that even a Fourth Scale Existence could not stand against!
The obsidian tentacles that had moved with the complex purpose of a being engaged with existence moved now with the simple purpose of something seeking contact and infection.
THE Primordial Paradox looked at what his student had become as even he...was barely keeping his cognizance.
He said nothing, but his eyes showed a sense of sadness...and pity!
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In THE Wastes, Alexander felt it coming before it arrived.
