The Heart of the Universe
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The Heart of the Universe is a large anomalous structure at the coordinates (0,0,0,456,4,9,31,33,246,68,141) in the Ginnungagap.1


Why is it there?

Why the S-axis? Nothing's on the S-axis. There's nothing interesting about the S-axis in the slightest, except for this. It's at the origin of the P, Q, and R axes as well. Does that have any significance?

It probably doesn't matter. The Lobby, the most important entrance we know of, is at a completely random point around the V-axis. Numerology has never really meant much in these realms.


Three groups possessing eleven bioluminescent pseudospheres each, orbiting a large, amorphous crescent-shaped core of undulating copper, pulsing at just about 108 beats per minute.
Did you know, according to modern estimates, that's roughly equivalent to how often a human dies? Once about every five ninths of a second.

The melody's almost familiar. Strangely upbeat, even.

Perhaps we all hear the song of death about us each day without noticing it. We've grown so accustomed to the cursed heartbeat of this colossal apparatus that we can only hear it when it's right in front of us.
But it's always been right in front of us.

Once every five ninths of a second, a person dies.
And the universe keeps up its merry little jig, without a care in the world for the suffering it puts us through.

Does it have a purpose?
Probably. This inscrutable blob is connected to time and space itself by the same threads of glass as the Primal One, filaments forming something almost akin to a chain of cogs reaching out forever into the void, so it clearly has some function within the natural order of things. It might control gravity, magnetism, the expansion of the universe, or maybe the collapse of wavefunctions. It could be the reason for any number of arbitrary physical laws or processes. It could be what sets fundamental constants to such arbitrary numbers as "6.6743 × 10-11 m3 kg-1 s-2."

But at the end of the day, is there any constant important enough to justify its impact?


Believe me, I've tried to destroy it, but this wretched contraption keeps on beating.

Someday, I'll be one of those beats.
And you will too.

Is that comforting, perhaps? To know your finite life will eventually be repurposed, so some pendulum can swing once more?
Does it bring you a sense of duty, perhaps?

Pathetic. Have some self-respect. You are a human, a divine being blessed with a greater consciousness than any other creature around you.
Hold onto that. Do not go gently into that good night. Death is a curse, and a curse can be broken.

Are you with me or not?


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