Within the Megalos Ynnere, a being wondered whether the path he was on was the right one.
Around him, dozens of Omniverses rotated as the complexity required to keep them all miniaturized and in such a state was utterly unfathomable.
Even the strongest of entities with immeasurable complexity of existence experienced doubt, much less those who were weak.
It was general. It was unavoidable.
Across countless weavings.
Outside the scope of the vast Megalos Ynnere, Megalos Beyond, and even Megalos Nihilos.
Within a unique frequency of Existence.
Within an extremely unique Spoke of Existence!
Inside a region of the Expanse filled with a mixture of black and white strings.
There was a shadow of a woman who was sitting on a white string, her hands holding an Omniverse as she seemed utterly engrossed in it.