Eos opened his eyes, and they were not the eyes of the man who had entered the Hollow and killed off all the Ancient Primordials, and they were not the eyes of the Omniversal Titan who had torn Luminious Memory apart and warred against all the greatest principalities and powers holding Esxistence hostage.
This was not the eyes of a warrior, a father, or a lover… His eyes were the eyes of Origin itself.
"Ah," Eos breathed, and the sound was like the first note of the first song, the first heartbeat of the first living thing. "I understand now."
The countless worlds on the tree in the core of his being began to sing.
Their song was a resonance that touched every particle of Existence, every soul that had ever been born, every hope that had ever been cherished in the dark.
