The Ark of Worlds

We exist beyond time. Beyond space. Even beyond reality.

Our founders came to the Terminus and found this place abandoned. We do not know who built it or for what purpose. Our founders made it what it is today: an archive of what was but now never was.

The three founders.

A genius in any and all realities. She is able to quantum compute her own brain; able to harness the processing power of her other selves.

Her brother, one of the most powerful reality manipulators since the time of Unas. Constantly bombarded by possibilities only he can see, his mind struggled to focus upon any given reality.

The final founder is an anomaly. Something that should not exist but does, replicating as an impossible fractal across worlds. Most her kind perished long ago; only two others remain and they have not witnessed a new of their type since time immemorial. Is she the last of these beings or the first of them reborn?

All three of the Founders tap the very fabric of the Omniverse, finding echoes, fragments and reflections of themselves. Each of them is a Child of the Omniverse itself.

The Founders remade what they had found and gave it new purpose. We are the Ark of Worlds.

We exist in the Terminus beyond the reach of the Doom Coil, sailing a course through the Warpwold. We are outside the Omniverse. We observe it. We see the 43,252,003,274,489,856,000 realities orbiting the Terminus.

Realities die, pulled by the Doom Coil into the heart of the Terminus; the home of Lord Omega, the fallen Alphan. We chronicle these deaths. Realities are born; new realities forged from the Terminus and expelled into the existing circling realities. We record these births.

But there is more to the Omniverse than death and birth. There is also change. Sometimes the orbits of realities intersect. These collisions change things. Some realities merge. Some realities collapse. There are many, many more possible outcomes from these collisions. But if a reality survives this collision it is always changed.

Sometimes the only change is in its orbit around the Terminus - it's future deviating slightly from what it would once have been.

Other times one reality is absorbed into another. When this happens the past, present and future can all change. When this happens the old version of that reality no longer was. To anyone within that reality things are as they have always been. To them there is no change.

But here, in the Ark of Worlds, we are outside reality. We can observe it without being affected by it. We see the before and the after. We, and we alone, can chronicle what once was and now is never. We are the archivists of the Omniverse.

We alone witness the complexity of a ballet conducted by a cast of 43,252,003,274,489,856,000 players. We cannot hope to catalogue all these realities but that does not mean we do not try.

The Ark records superclusters: enormous groups of realities that are related. Each has common elements and fragments of shared history. Each has echoes of people, replicated across other realities within the local supercluster but not within others.

To date, the Ark has identified seven superclusters. To record even a fragment of even one super cluster would take an eternity. But we have time for we are outside space, time and reality.

We are the Ark of Worlds. We alone know all that is, once was and nevermore will be.