107 Metamorphosis

It spoke a phrase in an ancient tongue forgotten to the world.

Originally, the ancient tongue had been one of a certain race's greatest achievements, one that united the whole cosmos together in rapturous celebration. A race that once ruled their multiverse and gone beyond their limits in pursuit of Peace, Love, Justice, and Liberty.

They had found the beating heart of their universe, the Source of all Things. In simpler terms, they had found… God — the creator of their reality.

It was to be their defining moment, the culmination of all that they had labored and struggled for in the name of peace.

Born in a universe rife with trials and tribulations, they had overcome the impossible odds pitted against them with the grace of their beloved God.