The entrance to the Palace loomed before them like the maw of some ancient beast that had learned to digest Civilizations rather than flesh.
THE Resplendent Paradox led the procession forward with dignity that refused to bend despite the weight pressing against her contradictory form. Behind her, hundreds of THE entities followed in varying states of composure, their varied Civilizations radiating authority that seemed pitiful compared to what awaited within.
They stepped through gates that radiated concentrated Chaos, the threshold marking transition from freedom to something far more oppressive.
The grand hall stretched before them with dimensions that defied conventional architecture. The ceiling rose so high that it disappeared into darkness that seemed alive with watching eyes. The walls were lined with obsidian pillars that pulsed with authority heavy enough to make Surface Depth entities struggle simply to perceive them.
But the floor was the true cruelty.
