The words of the Great Beyonder were heavy, filled with the weight of shocking truths as Noah looked at her sternly.
The convergence point of the Absolute Complex True Source, the Wheel of Existence, was more like a prison. Nothing could enter or leave.
The native inhabitants of the Wheel of Existence had some leeway. They could send their Remnant Weavings or Trace Wills down. But ever since the Wheel shifted into a defensive state- bombarded from all sides of the Infinite Ravines by countless Dead Things, it had closed itself off entirely.
Any True Source that entered it was forced to remain there.
And if someone tried to force their way in like petulant children throwing a tantrum outside a locked house...
Well, a lot could go wrong!
One such legend had done exactly that. Tired of endless battles and the responsibility of protecting the Infinite Ravines, they tried to return- sending at least half of their weavings back into the Wheel of Existence.
