Causal Echoes (Side Story)

There was no passage of time in the Land of Origin.

Purple-gold light flowed eternally, and four ultimate realms shone upon one another in the void, spreading out at the end of all things like a painting that would never fade.

An expanse of time so long that even Logo himself could no longer calculate it precisely had passed since he and the other two arrived. In this ultimate domain beyond chaos and order, measures of time had long since lost their meaning-thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of years were all the same ripple spreading across the same drop of water, fleeting and insignificant.

Logo sat cross-legged above the firmament at the core of the Astral Realm, the purple-gold "Light of Truth" flowing slowly around him like a living thing. His eyes were half-closed, and with every breath, myriad worlds were born and destroyed in its flow.

He had long since surpassed the Nine Heavens of Eternity and every known division of realms, becoming an existence that even he could not name. If the Source Lord was the creator of the Land of Origin, then Logo himself had become a walking, living Land of Origin.

Yet at some point amid that endless peace, Logo's brow suddenly twitched.

An extremely distant, extremely faint, yet exceptionally clear fluctuation of causality pierced the barriers of endless space and time like an echo from deep within a dream, touching the depths of his soul with unerring accuracy. It carried an aura that Logo found inexplicably familiar, a sense of kinship like meeting someone again after a lifetime apart.

He slowly opened his eyes.

A divine light of chaos flashed through those eyes, deep as an abyss, before giving way to a solemn, searching gaze.

Threads of causality silently appeared at his fingertips,