Love's Last Stand

The Heart of All Things was not a place—it was a concept given spatial form, the nexus where every possibility touched every other possibility in an endless dance of potential. Reed and Lyralei arrived here not through travel but through necessity, drawn by the crystalline seed's pulsing guidance as the Void Sovereign's erasure reached its crescendo.

Here, at the center of existence itself, they could see the true scope of what their son intended.

The Heart manifested as an infinite library where the books were living moments, their pages turning themselves as reality wrote and rewrote its own story. Shelves stretched beyond comprehension, each one containing the experiences of entire civilizations. But even as Reed watched, whole sections were vanishing—not burned or destroyed, but edited out of the manuscript of existence.