A Heart! A Spoke! I

For any job, there was a proper tool to utilize to complete it.

A nail needed a hammer.

Writing needed pen and paper.

The job could be completed in other ways, but the right tool…always made the job extremely easy.

Old Man Eudemus…melted into the terrifyingly sleek golden Spoke that pierced through a multicolored Heart as he felt like he had come across the tool that could rightly answer the three body problem, but it was so heavy!

So big!

And he had no way to even lift it.

So close, and yet so far.

"The weavings of the Wheel are cruel, Noah Osmont."

Old Man Eudemus was half melted into the golden Spoke as his words croaked out towards the one person right before him.

A person he did not understand even to this day as too many mysteries surrounded him.