[center][hider=Four of One][color=808080][i]You imply it is untrue that there exist spaces outside of the Void?[/i][/color]

 Origin had come to enjoy her time with Emissary, the two gifted with extremely differing intellects and opinions; something that neither of them, though aware of their possession, were often given leave to express freely. Such a matter of opinion was at hand, one regarding the placement of Eternity versus that of the Void and Aedrasil. Origin was under the impression, or, rather, she [i]knew[/i], that Eternity was until recently a sporadically appearing anomalistic distortion in the Void. Emissary vehemently disagreed, stating with his usual monotone that the Void composed Eternity and, furthermore, also composed that which most beings would view as the independent realm of Aedrasil. Excluding the False Spaces created by the Order Sequential. This was something that he [i]knew[/i]. The most wonderful facet of the conversation, was that each [i]knew[/i] the other was correct and had for quite some time. That, however, did not derail their faux arguments nor augment their predestined conversations.

 [color=000000][i]True, Origin, but also an inherently flawed way of viewing 'space'.[/i][/color]

 Her form had taken a more defined shape since the strange window-man's arrival. She had grown from the child-like first incarnation into a woman garbed in mystery. The garments had appeared on Origin, shortly after the maturation of her esoteric visage. Featureless still about the face, save for a prismatic smile now and again, she had grown long of limb and possessed of a slender grace. The intricate robes clung to her form, framing her face with an appropriately voluminous hood, made obvious by their glass-like nature; yet beneath the glossy surface was not Origin's infinite ivory not-flesh, it was a nebulous sea of stygian darkness, punctuated by the births and deaths of countless mundane realities. The far-seeing vestments did not cover below her elbow or knee and traveled in strange tendrils when she moved about Eternity. 

 She had taken to pacing when speaking to Emissary, leaving those trails to break into 'momentary' plumes that were consumed by Eternity's black maw. Now she did that, lambent arms crossed as she made her way back and forth.

 [color=808080][i]I can not see that as anything but a falsehood. Esoteric Space exists overlapping with Corporeal Space. If there existed nothing but Void, an overlap between these two spaces would be a systemic dysfunction that would perpetuate a Null space. I believe that most spaces, while contained within the Void, are not solely defined by it being the primary plane upon which these sub-planes propagate. That would be similar to likening Aedrasil to Eternity.[/i][/color]

 Emissary had remained in the form of a scratch across Eternity, offering a wide view of countless events scattered through the chronological tapestry of Aedrasil. Here and there could be spotted the figures Origin so loved to observe. A girl dancing with a fiddle, a not-man swinging a blade, a faceless thief throwing gems into private places, a girl with a grudge seeking answers, strangers seeking to survive, a smiling pilgrim striding forward...and others, fleeting portraits of what was or would never be.

 [color=000000][i]Yet that is the truth of the matter. Aedrasil may appear to be an individual Space, as may any of the others we have mentioned; except for the Void its self. It obviously has no individuality aside from being the emptiness that all things exist within, and being able to be passed through. Your travels through your piece of Void, Eternity, have been leading you in a specific direction. Toward a particular piece of Void.[/i][/color]

 She smiled and cast brilliantly anarchic shades against Eternity, ceasing her pacing and approaching Emissary; stopping once she was within arm's reach. For a moment, she peered into him, watching the same faces before turning her gaze upward and allowing her attention to be moved, once more, to the matter at hand; her resurrection.

 [color=808080][i]Then it is to be that my entrance into Aedrasil will cost you your individual existence; casting you as a piece of Void into the Void. A costly price for an uncertain outcome. Are you so sure that it is your wish to be my Anchor, Emissary?[/i][/color]

 Silence lasted a long 'moment'. Excruciatingly long. Origin had become fond of Emissary during his time serving as a stabilizing force in her otherwise erratic existence. She knew, of course, what he would say. It was as before, all of her travels through the Void were not idle celestial wanderings. Though Kanys had sundered her long ago, and left the nameless Origin without a heart...he had never destroyed that piece of her which was the Void. A gift he coveted, but would never receive. 

 [color=000000][i]I have a purpose, Origin, not a wish. Acting as your Anchor is not a decision I am capable of making. It is an imperative to ensure that you do not encounter premature failure.[/i][/color][/hider][/center]