Master and disciple continued their feast amidst the raging storm of Paradoxes and Infinities.
The carved essence of the Primordial Architect tasted like contradiction itself, like consuming impossibility made manifest and finding nourishment in what should have unmade the consumer. THE Primordial Paradox ate with the patience of a being who had witnessed THE First Cause, savoring each portion his disciple had prepared for him while the corrupted proto-matter of THE Prima Indifferentia churned around their peaceful gathering.
Erwin watched his master eat for a long moment before speaking.
"Master, just how did your existence manage to be where it currently is?" His eyes held genuine curiosity beneath their theatrical surface.
"I felt your claim weakening across the eons. I felt your presence fading from Observable Existence. And yet here you sit, restored and filled with Infinity no less. How?"
THE Primordial Paradox chewed thoughtfully before swallowing.
