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In the boundless expanse beyond time, matter, and even the concept of nothingness, one entity stirred—the Origin, the Architect, the Absolute: Lucky Primsolute.

Before gods, before dimensions, before the first flicker of imagination birthed fictional worlds, there was him. The true creator of all Fiction Verses, the being from whom every author, story, and myth unknowingly draws inspiration. He exists not within stories—but beyond them, crafting the multiverses of fantasy, science fiction, and legend as effortlessly as a whisper in the void.

Primsolute Verse unveils the chronicles of this unfathomable existence—one who writes not with ink, but with cosmic law. As fragments of his truth awaken across countless worlds, the fabric of fiction trembles. Who is the author behind the authors? Who shaped destiny before destiny was born?

Step beyond creation and enter a saga where narrative, divinity, and reality itself bend to the will of the original storyteller.

Primsolute Verse

In the highest sanctum of the High Godverse, where even the fabric of reality bends in reverence, there lies a singular object untouched by time, cause, or comprehension.

authored by Lucky Primsolute himself,

the one who existed before all existence,

who stood before the first concept and after the final collapse.

This book is not written in words.

Each page is a layer of existence,

each sentence a timeline woven from infinite realities,

each letter a singular universal constant.

Even beings beyond omniscience can only glimpse fragments,

and those fragments become entire verses of creation by accident.

Equinoxar, god of balance, lost form for a billion eternities after reading one sentence.

Virelya, goddess of life, birthed ten trillion angelic verses by misinterpreting a comma.

Even Lark Primsolute, the dark author god, failed to decode more than one glyph—

and that glyph consumed a multiversal hierarchy before fading from memory.

It constantly expands with every divine thought, paradox, or uncreated contradiction.

But only Lucky Primsolute understands it.

He does not read it—he IS the book,

and when he chooses to write, reality trembles beneath his divine ink.

It is said there exists a Final Page.

A page that, if understood fully, would allow one to create a new Lucky Primsolute

But even the concept of understanding this page was unwritten by Lucky himself.

No being, void, god, or contradiction may know it.

> The Book of God is not meant to be read.

It is meant to remind all of creation:

Only one being holds the truth—and he chose not to share it.