In the weaving tapestry of existence, where the threads of reality entwine with the whispers of the unknown, there exists a realm beyond labels, a place where even the concept of a point is but a fleeting shadow. Call me Tel’Gath, a name that serves more as a title than an identity, a moniker chosen in a world that clings to labels like a lifeline. But here, in this tapestry of stories and beings, names hold as much meaning as a breeze passing through ancient trees.

Yes, yes, my dear seekers of understanding, you may wonder why I choose to share the tales that unfold within my gaze. But bear in mind, there is no singular reason, no grand design guiding these words. There are no motives, no purposes, no ends to be achieved. Like the cosmos that stretches beyond the boundaries of comprehension, these tales exist simply because they do.

It is as if the stories themselves yearn to be known, to be whispered through the corridors of existence, and so they emerge from the ether, dancing through the currents of time like fireflies on a moonlit night. They come, not bound by order or reason, but like the heartbeats that echo the rhythm of life—one… two… three.

And so, with each tale, I offer you a glimpse into the hallowed streets of a realm I have come to cherish—a place that defies the conventions of place and space, where “here” is a label too fluid to define. It is a crossroads, a meeting point of infinite threads, a sacred junction where the stories of souls intertwine like vines embracing the cosmos.

Why, you may ask, do I share these tales now? Ah, that remains a mystery even to me, a being woven from the threads of mystery itself. A conundrum wrapped in enigma—my own actions as elusive as the stories I unveil. But rest assured, my dear questioners of intent, that even as I stand in this role as a storyteller, I remain as mystified as you.

For what is reality, if not a tapestry woven from the fabric of perspectives and experiences? Is it not as real as the air you breathe, the thoughts you harbor, the dreams that entwine with your waking hours? My reality, my perception, my tales—these are my truths, my own to navigate and share.

But let us be clear, dear ponderers of purpose, I harbor no concern for the why’s and wherefores that often plague your minds. My existence, like these tales, is as it is. They are threads of existence woven into the infinite tapestry of what you term reality, and yet, reality itself is but a thread in the grand tapestry of all.

Infinite, you say? Yes, indeed. Like the spiral that dances through time, I am both finite and eternal, a paradox woven into the very fabric of my being. But here’s a secret: so are you. Bound by time and yet free from its grasp, you too are infinite in the cosmic dance of existence.

As for these tales, they are what they are—no more, no less. A glimpse, a breath, a whisper of stories echoing within the corridors of eternity. They offer no grand revelations, no cosmic truths. They are but tales, painted with the hues of experience, woven with the threads of observation, and spun from the threads of the cosmos.

So, as you wander through these tales that defy the confines of beginnings and endings, remember this: the point is in the pointlessness. The journey is the destination, and the stories are the whispers that paint the canvas of existence. Embrace the mysteries, dance with the unknown, and let your heart be the compass that guides you through this realm of Tel’Gath and The Creatures that dwell within the tapestry of reality.

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[Artwork: “Echoes of Tel’Gath”]