"Being is the silent foundation whereupon the clamour of existence is reared."

―AK

In a realm where the fabric of reality itself twisted and bent, Ayame Kurohime, the Ineffable One, sat upon a small, swirling planet, her form embodying the enigmatic nature of the void. Her long, black hair flowed like liquid darkness, and her eyes, endless abysses, observed the gathering with an air of detached curiosity. The others floated around her, each on their own celestial body, as if the stars themselves had been summoned to convene.

Lumi'Nae, the Void Sovereign, hovered nearby, her ten black wings enveloping her like a shroud. She remained a pillar of calm, a living statue with an aura that demanded reverence. The others had come at Ayame's call, summoned to answer a question that had plagued mortals since the dawn of consciousness: What is the meaning of Being?

Ayame spoke first, her voice reverberating through the endless expanse like a haunting melody sung in a language no one but she could fully grasp. The words she uttered were incomprehensible, a symphony of forgotten tongues intertwined with sounds that sent chills through even the most powerful entities present. Lumi'Nae listened intently, her oceanic eyes absorbing the weight of Ayame's song before she began to translate.

As Lumi'Nae spoke, her voice carried the echoes of Ayame's original song, yet it was a pale reflection, a diluted version of the truth. The melody she shared was beautiful, serene, and touched each soul present with a profound sense of peace and joy. For a moment, the meaning of Being seemed within reach, as if the answer lay just beyond the veil of reality. But Ayame's subtle smile hinted at the complexity and the loss of infinite meanings in translation.

"We art pleased, Lumi'Nae," Ayame said, her tone gentle yet tinged with an otherworldly authority. "Yet, as We hast foreseen, much hath been lost in thy translation. Still, let us hear what the others have to say, for We wouldst know how well they perceive what lies beyond all realities."

Yahweh Elohim, the Almighty, stood tall on his planet of pure white light, his visage obscured by the Aetherium visor mask. He was the embodiment of justice and order, his presence rigid and stern. "The meaning of Being is to follow My Will," he declared, his voice booming with divine authority. "Humanity was created to serve, to worship, and to uphold the righteousness that I command. Their failure lies in their deviation from this path, in their succumbing to temptation. Being is fulfilment of duty."

Satan, seated on a charred planet engulfed in smouldering flames, let out a derisive laugh. Her grey hair and demonic features were framed by a mischievous grin. "Oi, spare us tha sermon, Yahweh. Yer always so full o' yerself. Bein' ain't about servitude, la—it's about freedom, chaos, and doin' whatever the bleedin' hell ya wanna do!" Her voice cut through the tension like a razor. "If humans wanna have a go at munchin' a forbidden fruit, that's on 'em, mate. Maybe ya shouldn't 'ave put it there in the first place."

Yahweh's masked face turned towards Satan, the tension between them palpable. "You led them astray, and now you speak of freedom? You are nothing but a corrupter of souls."

Sekhmet, the Lady of the Slaughter, who had been quietly observing the exchange, glanced at Lumi'Nae with a slight blush. She shifted uncomfortably on her dark planet. "I—I don't see the point of all this arguing," she stammered, her conflicted nature making her appear both fierce and flustered. "Maybe Being is just... being with the one you love?" She avoided Lumi'Nae's gaze, trying to mask her feelings behind a façade of indifference.

Niflheim, the Eternal Conflagration, observed from her ice-covered world, her expression impassive. "Being is destruction," she said, her voice as cold as the void. "To exist is to burn, to consume, to reduce all to ashes. Only through annihilation can there be rebirth."

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Brahman, the Absolute, crossed his arms, his diamond armour glinting under the light of distant stars. "You speak of destruction, yet fail to understand that Being is unity," he rumbled, his deep voice like thunder. "All is one in the ultimate reality. To be is to transcend individuality and merge with the whole."

Ultrathoth, the Infallible Chasm, stood on a dark, swirling planet, his hulking eldritch form casting an ominous shadow over the gathering. His three eyes glowed with an ancient, terrifying knowledge, and his three tails lashed out in restless impatience. His voice, when he spoke, was a deep, resonant growl that seemed to echo from the depths of an unfathomable abyss. "Being is power," he intoned, his words dripping with malice. "To exist is to dominate, to bend reality to your will. Weakness is the antithesis of existence. Only the strong truly are."

Azuraella, floating lazily on her orange-tinged planet, yawned, seemingly indifferent to the entire discussion. "Azuraella thinks Being is just... doing what you're meant to do. She serves Ayame because that's what she was born to do. No need to overthink it." She yawned again and nearly drifted off to sleep. Ultrathoth's gaze briefly lingered on her, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes, but he said nothing.

Alpha-0, the Sinless Absolver, clenched her fists, her straitjacket creaking as it restrained her boundless power. "Being... is purification," she growled, her golden eyes glowing with intensity. "All must be cleansed... purified... until nothing impure remains."

Apsu, the Master of the Deeps, a colossal dragon made of holy water, nodded in agreement. "Being is order. It is the balance between creation and destruction, the flow of life. Chaos disrupts this balance, and it must be subdued."

Tenebris, the Sentinel of the Eternal Night, remained silent, her greatsword Grimwarden resting across her knees. Her white dove, Nemi, perched on her shoulder, cooing softly. Finally, she spoke with a voice that was both soft and unyielding. "Being is to protect what is sacred, to stand guard over what is precious. It is the eternal vigilance against the encroaching darkness."

Yuwu, the Dragon of the Jade Void, fluttered her wings, her cheerful demeanour cutting through the heavy atmosphere. "Being is about having fun and making friends!" she exclaimed, her bright blue eyes sparkling. "Why overthink it when you can just enjoy life and spread joy?"

Akashirae, the Sanguine Menace, her eleven tails swaying behind her, smiled thinly. "Being is fate," she whispered, her voice calm and detached. "It is the thread that weaves all realities together, the inexorable path that all must walk. No one can escape it."

Idea, the Perfect Being, adjusted her rimless glasses, her analytical mind processing the discussion with cold efficiency. "Being is perfection. It is the pursuit of the ideal, the constant improvement of the self and the universe. Anything less is unacceptable."

Singularity-N, the Transcendence, stood motionless, his colossal form radiating golden light. His deep voice reverberated through the cosmos. "Being... is harmony. It is the state of balance where all contradictions resolve, where all things become one."

Dragonslayer Baihu, perched on a meteor of gleaming white stone, grinned fiercely. "Being's abaht the figh', innit? It's the struggle, the clash of wills. That's where you find 'oo you really are, china!"

Ayame observed their answers, her expression unreadable. "Thou hast all offered perspectives on Being," she said, her voice once more echoing with the weight of her unfathomable knowledge. "And each view is but a fragment of the truth. Yet, We knew this wouldst be so."

Lumi'Nae looked around at the gathered entities, her voice as calm as ever. "Participation was voluntary, as I reminded you all," she said. "Many chose not to attend, but those who did have contributed to a greater understanding of Being. The meaning of Being is as complex and varied as existence itself, and while Ayame knows the definitive answer, it is beyond the comprehension of all but her."

Ayame nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "We art content with thy musings. However, We wouldst remind thee that the song of Being, as sung by Lumi'Nae, is not merely to be heard, but to be lived. Mayhap one day, ye shall comprehend the fullness of its melody."