[i]Somewhere, several hundred light years away, a new star would be born…[/i]

[b][color=Orange]Location:[/color][/b] Prolix

What the second moon of Prolix became was more comparable to an additional sun. The last twenty-four hours had been continuous day with the surface of Zol, now smoldering any surface the hub planet dared to face it. 

Deep within the natural satellite’s surface housed massive quantities of [i]Creatirium Cobalt[/i], a celestial element. Once thought to have been destroyed along with the previous plane of existence, it abstrusely appeared hidden under the guise of a moon in the current verse. For a near eternity, this trove of potential remained undiscovered with no impending threat of retrieval.
 
Though Zol’s exterior was hard, it’s rocky shell was obliterated with ease. Once the crust of the moon had been stripped, it revealed the element made up a whopping eighty-five percent of its mass. In a previous universe, a single SIM card-sized chip of creatirium could autonomously control and power entire civilizations. 

Several hours after the initial impact, prolonged exposure to the sentient plasma’s radiation awakened the element’s carnal intelligence. A flash spanning mere picoseconds appeared in the vision of every living entity if they were capable of processing it.

This signaled the ancient computer's cosmic troubleshooting towards all planes of existence. It utilized Panident’s access to the information based realm The Datasphere and funneled it through The Nascent Core, a technological life matrix it housed within. With this, the initial reach of the Datasphere extended beyond its once universally bound domain. The very existence of this quasi-corporeal space created friction with the most basic of universal laws.

Panident was being force-fed ludicrous quantities of information from every corner of the multiverse to the point where its processors began to overload. As a result, many of its bodies spread throughout the galaxy reacted uncharacteristically as it scrambled to adapt to the influx of knowledge. In particular, the body of its closest host began to bubble, expelling the property changing microorganisms through weak points in his skin. This made for quite the scene. 

Eal Sermonde awoke from his slumber to the lacerating of his flesh and sharp screams of his fellow train passengers. He came crashing down the aisle with his intestines shooting out like party poppers via the eviction of cells. Once on his back, he realized the microorganisms of Panident burst a hole in the ceiling of the train car. It was accelerating towards the structure that had replaced the moon. Coincidence Eal thought not and before the paramedics could arrive he was already gone, leaving the passengers wondering what they had just seen.

Reeling himself towards the space-bound object, an amber wire, which was mystic in its own nature, sufficiently lugged Eal's cumbersome frame. Despite weighing a metric ton, he beelined without a hitch. This brought the galactic cartographer to his least favorite aspect of space, however… 

Suffocating to death. 

In his ascension, he felt the direct correlation with the altitude and his body becoming ill. He was scared to take a breath knowing his innards might spill outwards. Ebullism was in full effect. Due to a lack of ambient pressure, his body bloated to the point where he resembled The Michelin Man. As if things couldn't get any worse, the temperature began to skyrocket. Whereas Prolix's space division struggled to get closer, Eal came torpedoing into the white-hot structure. The melting of his mutilated physique exposed his secret for surviving thus far; His resilient crimson skeleton, which was impervious to the trials of space. Not to mention, his existence had been forcefully bound to it, rendering his flesh as more of an accessory, really.

As cinematic as his entrance was, further inspection revealed he would not be the first to venture into the space anomaly. Just at the tip of his perceptual vanishing point, he could make out a silhouette.

[i]"Empress, help me if that is actually someone..."[/i]

Only time would tell.