Away from our hero. In a faraway place, so faraway that no mortal could even dream set foot there, yet at a place extremely close to all of creation there was a gathering.

A gathering that began with a time itself. A gathering of beings that were outside of understanding of even immortals themselves.

Six beings of unfathomable power were hovering around a table. A simple table wooden table with a multiverse on it.

A humanoid being made from a condensed light so bright that even a blind could see it.

A being…An eye with an iris made from darkness so deep that even a color vantablack would be considered white beside it.

A great, giant, titanic dragon made from flames that burned so hot that comparing it to the big bang would be like comparing a thousand sun’s to a mere snowflake.

A bird a size of palm of newborn human babe consisting from all of the gasses existing.

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A brown ant with a mass of millions planets.

And a simple clownfish in a floating bubble of the purest liquid there is.

These beings or constructs were gazing at a single dot in the vastness of multiverse.

They were feeling something or maybe someone.

Their thoughts and emotions in chaos.

As they didn’t know what to do?

“Should we kill it?”

“Should we find it?”

“Maybe we need to absorb that?”

“Or maybe teach it?”

“Seal him?”

“*bulb*?” (Leave him alone?)

They are facing something that didn’t happen to them from times immemorial.

A problem.

Or maybe a blessing.

The feeling that that they are feeling remind them of something or maybe of someone.

When they were facing him/her or maybe them.

The discussion they were having lasted for eons and moments at the same time.

Until they heard…

What did they hear? Kill it. Find him. Observe that. Help him.