Celebrations were curious things in the grand weavings of existence.
For most beings, celebrations marked achievements both small and grand, moments where they could pause and acknowledge that they had accomplished something worthy of recognition. A battle won. A threshold crossed. An enemy defeated!
These were all occasions that warranted raising a glass or singing songs or simply taking a moment to breathe and appreciate what had been done.
But for others, for entities like THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons, celebrations were luxuries that could not yet be afforded.
How could one celebrate when the peaks still loomed so far above? How could one pause to acknowledge achievement when THE Creature and THE Living Paradox and THE Primordial Chaos still stood at heights that made current accomplishments seem like the first steps of a long journey? How could one rest when every moment spent resting was a moment that enemies spent growing stronger?
