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The structure is known, by those who are no more, as the Eternal Wellspring or the Source of All-Void. It is a tree, yet the dimensions it governs render the term a cruel and insufficient abstraction. It is the silent axis around which existence, non-existence, and the chilling anti-existence are irrevocably bent.
Below, the Root System endlessly spreads, where each tendril is less an anchor and more an absolute surge of limitless energy—the very substance of all concepts, meta-concepts, and their inverse, anti-concepts. The earth it displaces is nothingness.
The singular Trunk pierces the ineffable. Its Bark is the cold, boundless expanse of the Void—that which lies exterior to every meta-reality and meta-fiction. Within, the Wood is the absolute counterpoint: the totality of the All, encapsulating every meta-reality and every story-bound fiction.
Above, the Canopy is an insurmountable expanse of shadow and light. Its countless Branches hold the infinite duplication of all worlds, from 0D to ∞D and the spaces beyond, containing every single instance of time, space, dimension, chaos, order, creation, destruction, magic, logic, definition, and the matter that obeys—or breaks—them. The Leaves are not simple filters of sunlight; each is an entire Outerverse, housing countless nested structures of Omniverses, Hyperverses, Complex Multiverses, Multiverses, and Universes, each governed by an absolute, singular law.
And the Twigs. They are the collected repository of all negation—non-space, non-time, non-cosmology, and the precise caliber of nothingness beyond everything. They carry the pre-ordained fate of every single creature, being, and entity, woven together.
Its scale is a weapon. Comprehension is a lethal act; any being—regardless of omnipresence or omniscience, regardless of the calculation capacity of the most extreme supercomputer—is instantly reduced to a state of permanent, comprehensive brain damage upon encounter, buried down and made insignificant beneath the root-shadow. It possesses every absolute authority that could be imagined, yet it is invulnerable and mindless—an unconscious, literal tree.
Even this absolute Tree is granted a chilling mercy, an eventual end. It waits for the far side of eternity, where its true conclusion is assured: THE TRUE VOID: THE END.
