A year later, all eight Primordials stood before the tree, and they observed it in silence for a while.
At first, the faces of the Primordials on the leaves of the tree were flickering; it stayed for a moment before vanishing, but as time passed, this began to change as the tree under the gaze of eight Primordials began to grow stronger.
The faces of the Primordial beings began to grow steady on their leaves, and their trunk grew thicker and more resplendent.
For a long time, no one spoke until Circe finally burst into joyous laughter. Out of every Primordial here, she saw the beauty of this creation in ways that the others could never see.
"Look at us," she said, wiping a spark from her eye. "We're standing in a place that shouldn't exist, and before a tree that has never been seen in any Existence before this one."
Mira stepped forward, barefoot, hair trailing embers. She placed her hand on the trunk, and the countless leaves on the tree shuddered.
