The Primordial Record - Chapter 2209 The Dimension of Purpose

Chapter 2209  The Dimension of Purpose

Eos did not let this thought linger in his mind as the last piece clicked into place.

There were some truths that should not be spoken, else the act of speaking makes it real.

No matter how talented he was, he was now in new territory. He could beat his chest and claim to be the greatest authority in the ninth-dimensional level, but when it came to the tenth, he still had much to learn.

Eos had been a ninth-dimensional being since the Primordial fusion. This was the limit of what Existence, in its old and broken form, had been permitted to produce.

The tenth dimension had been there, but incomplete. Existence was, he had discovered during the fusion, a tenth-dimensional space in its substrate. It had no law, no rule, no binding principle. Something had been taken from it, long before any Primordial had been born, and the absence had made the dimension unreachable. It was the reason that for so long, the highest level had been the Primordial level of the ninth dimension.

However, he had discovered the tenth dimension after he left the painting that was the previous Existence, and from that moment onward, everything had set the stage for him to reach this level.

He had thought, during the fusion, that he would have to rebuild the tenth dimension from nothing; however, he had been wrong.

The tenth dimension had not been missing. It had been waiting.

There was a reason why the Great One or the Luminious had not made any move to stop him from reaching the tenth dimension, and that was because it was a useless effort.

Before he touched the tenth dimension, there was a possibility to stop him from reaching it, but the moment he touched the tenth dimension, Eos would become complete, meaning that time itself would acknowledge that he had always been a tenth-dimensional creature from birth.

He would have no known weakness related to time, and so trying to stop him at this point would be useless; it would be better to observe and understand the type of power he had claimed.

It could be said that the tenth-dimensional level was destined, and because the moment they reached the tenth-dimensional level, all of history changed to reflect that they had always been at the tenth-dimensional level.

To Eos, it was as if all of his life had been a dream, and now he was waking up. All of his struggles, pain, growth and sacrifices had been the dream of a sleeping god, and now that he was awake, all of that had no more meaning anymore. It was as if everything that existed was his dream, and now that he was awake, they were no more.

So it could be said that the tenth dimension had been waiting for Telos. For its arrival from the first moment the first mortal being prophesied of it.

It had been waiting for a being to come along who understood that the tenth dimension’s organizing principle was not a law in the way the third dimension’s organizing principle was space, or the fourth dimension’s was time.

The tenth dimension’s organizing principle was purpose. The dimension of what-things-are-for. And you could not reach the tenth dimension by cultivating power, because power was not purpose. You could only reach the tenth dimension by arriving at it, by completing the becoming that you had been undertaking, honestly and without shortcut, until your completion matched the dimension’s shape.

The tenth dimension was the dimension of purpose, and Eos had found his own.

He opened his eyes, and Eos stood from his throne. The motion was small and unremarkable, he was standing, that was all, but the act of standing was different now, because the body standing was a body of Telos, and the ground he stood on was the ground of a tenth-dimensional space that had been waiting for him, and the two met each other, and recognized each other, and something in the deep architecture of Existence clicked into alignment for the first time since the first Existence had been broken.

The Origin Tree behind him shivered in recognition, the way an ancient instrument shivers when the musician it was built for finally touches it.

Its branches extended by some small fraction that was nevertheless cosmically enormous. New worlds began to bloom on those branches, worlds that were not possible at the ninth dimension, worlds whose organizing principle was purpose rather than law, worlds in which the inhabitants would be born already knowing what they were for and would live their lives arriving at it.

In these worlds, even Primordials would be weak, as they had to journey on a path that they had never seen before, and the powers of laws and concepts would just be something that could be suppressed.

Although that would change if the Primordials reached the fifth layer of their Origin, nevertheless, even the fifth layer would just be the starting position for them to survive in these new prime worlds.

The void around the throne resolved completely, as it acknowledged the birth/rebirth of the second tenth-dimensional being, as the nothingness between Existences became what nothingness had always meant to be, the fertile ground of new arrival. The Great One had always placed the Grand Void into darkness, and now, the compressed histories of End, which had been screaming quietly across the substrate since the beginning, began, in the pressure of Eos’s new presence, to remember their own Telos. Some of them would eventually, in the long aftermath, re-bloom. Others would arrive at the dissolution they had always been reaching toward and would rest. Either way, the screaming stopped.

Killing Enoch did not destroy End, because the core of End still remained with the Great One, but in the presence of Eos, no other power could remain, and the remnants of End that permeated the Great Void were rapidly vanishing, as their purpose became to serve Telos.

Eos exhaled, and the exhalation carried with it the last ordinary breath he would ever take. From this moment forward, every breath would be a Telos-breath, an arrival-breath, the breath of a being who no longer needed to become anything because he had completed his becoming.

However, despite all of this, he would still grow since Telos was not the end of growth, only the completion of a phase of growth, but the growing would be additive rather than necessary. He would grow because growing was part of what Telos was for, not because he was lacking.

Eos was already perfect, and growth for him was not for the need for more perfection; it was just one of the traits that would never leave him.

He stood at the base of the Origin Tree in his new body, under his new crown, with his new energy flowing through him, and for a long moment, he did nothing at all.

He simply existed.

He had spent a hundred million years becoming. He wanted, for one honest moment, to simply be what he had become.

The moment passed.

And in the distance, the Eternal Tower was still there, and the Great One was still waiting, and the second phase of the work was still unbegun.

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