Within THE Loom.
In an unfathomably terrifying region of pure paradox, where seas of paradoxical authority seemed to stand above even the Weavings of Existence themselves.
Here, in this place where logic came to die, THE Living Paradox had stood straight.
He was no longer lounging around in casual repose, no longer affecting the appearance of relaxed confidence.
And just because of this single change in posture, just because he had chosen to sit up rather than recline...
WAP!
In the next moment, a flutter of chaotic emotions emerged in the space as a multicolored feminine figure appeared without warning.
The entity spoke immediately upon manifestation, her voice carrying layers of conflicting feelings that somehow harmonized into coherent speech.
