There was an overabundance of glory and matured wonders spreading across the Early Veiled Shore.
The air itself seemed drunk on possibility, heavy with the scent of herbs that could reshape existence and fruits that contained wisdom of ages. Every surface gleamed with the particular sheen that came from being touched by a Principle's authority.
At such a time, a voice cut through the sacred atmosphere with decidedly unsacred words!
"Holy shit..."
The Queen of Matter stood surrounded by towers of books…some containing glorious Fables of cosmic significance, others holding utterly useless tales of beings who had lived and died without note.
She could feel it all, every wonder occurring across the Shore resonating through her existence like vibrations through a tuning fork.
Her complexity and purity had exceeded five hundred million, not through any particular effort on her part, but simply from being present when a Historical Record unfolded.
