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... nd then everything went white.
Pure white.
To the point that he could not see anything else but white. No obsidian rivers of chaos. No flickering entropy. No probability spaces bending to his will. Just endless, perfect, serene whiteness that stretched in every direction without boundary or definition.
For the first time in eons beyond counting, THE Primordial Chaos felt himself floating in something that held no chaos at all.
He looked around, his form turning in ...
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