His eyes sharpened, wandering about the little three-dimensional model that Mother Vyia spontaneously crafted atop the surface as he tried to make sense of what he was looking at.
It screamed of modern civilization on Earth, and yet there were important differences that refuted it being Earth.
'Still, what is the probability that it would be so similar to Earth, yet not Earth?'
Very low, unfathomably improbable.
'And yet, what is the probability that Gaia is Earth?'
Also very low, equally unfathomably improbable.
Even as he gazed at the replica, he couldn't help but recall his perfect memory of the Lost City of the Epicenter, as it has come to be called, where the eldritch chimera was within.
'I need to pass on that information.'
