What he wanted was made clear.
And Moiraine nodded at him.
The paradoxical lights in the Dyson Singularity dimmed for a moment- just long enough for Moiraine to lift her hand and wave gently through the dense golden mist.
An illusion bloomed into view. A…tower, if it could even be called such.
White and gold.
It twisted upward in layers, curving in elegant spirals, its base and every floor above formed by overlapping ouroboros rings- each one etched from uncountable Existential Dimensional Lattices.
Each curve of the Tower of Origin seemed to wrap in on itself infinitely, like the symbol of endlessness itself was attempting to devour its own tail.
White gold strands of paradox laced the tower's structure, pulsing with the silent rhythm of pure intent.
Moiraine's voice broke the silence, calm and sharp.
