Efflorescence

"Amidst those empty frames and ashen rocks stood a tangle of Creations refined and rough, all intertwining like threads in a beautifully twisted coil. To question it was to be struck by delirium, to attempt comprehension was to surrender to it. Rules - those laws of logic and magic I had so painstakingly familiarised myself with - fell like cities before it, yet there it stood, beside me its forger. This was Efflorescence, the final great Canvas that the Gallery would house. From this day forth, this was home."   Accrued Knowledge Vol. II, Obē the Traveller