As Noah and Kalysta approached the base of the first Paradoxical Fold Mountain, existence itself seemed to roll into a heavy silence.
They passed Monads and Primarchs scattered here and there as they slowly ascended.
The mountain they reached bore a name etched into the Folds by those who dared to scale it.
Votharion, the Mountain of Forgotten Futures.
It rose in jagged, towering layers of obsidian-black stone, the veins of its cliffs pulsing with paradox-light.
Dead and Living Trees lined its base, their bark braided with glowing threads of chaos and possibility. Each branch held not leaves, but chaotic blossoms shaped like collapsed timelines and decaying crowns.
Their roots curled around floating orbs- tiny dead Omniverses, flickering with lightless memories. Some pulsed. Others blinked in and out.
And standing like silent sentinels were the obsidian Pillars.
