Overlord Belenus the Storm Hearld of change

Narration – Belenus

There are moments in even the grandest of sagas when reality itself seems to pause, take a breath, and whisper,

"What… is happening?"

This was one of those moments.

Because when the Zenōs arrived in the Garden of Becoming…

they did not descend with trumpets or celestial choirs.

There were no firestorms or proclamations. No dramatic monologues or threats of erasure.

No.

They arrived in matching pajamas.

One had tiny dinosaurs doing kung fu poses across his shirt.

The other wore what looked like a cosmic nebula print that moved when you weren't looking, like it was hiding secrets in plain sight.

They hovered above the Worldspine Tree like two lost children looking for a playground—and judging by their grins, they'd just found it.

> "This place is shiny!"

> "Can we ride the lava waterfalls next?"

Lunadora blinked.

Solnaria raised an eyebrow.

Nyssara, standing beside her older sister, tilted her head. Her eyes shimmered not with surprise, but with recognition—like she'd dreamed this chaos before and filed it away under "whimsical disturbances worth allowing."

Goku floated up, beaming like he'd discovered ultra instinct was now a personality type.

> "I like them," Goku said. "They remind me of me, but... with multiversal deletion powers!"

I resisted the urge to just sit down and wait until the universe made sense again.

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Scene – The Zenōs Tour Hollow Earth

Escorted by Kaelu—now wearing a flower crown woven by Nyssara, enchanted to subtly calm the nervous system—we began what might generously be called a "diplomatic tour" and more accurately described as:

> "Divine toddlers on a reality-bending joyride through sacred terrain."

The Zenōs tried to surf a geyser.

They challenged Deku to memory tag, where each tag sent the victim reliving their most embarrassing childhood moment.

(He lost. It was very specific. It involved a frog costume and an ice cream machine.)

One of them turned the sky into music. The clouds harmonized. We all floated. Goku breakdanced on an upside-down waterfall.

> "I CAN TASTE COLORS!"

one Zenō yelled as they rode a glowing magma eel through the Hollow Earth skies like they were starring in their own Saturday morning cartoon.

Nyssara simply floated above it all, walking slowly through memory trails the Zenōs left behind—small echoes of light that pulsed with every step they took. She gathered the trails, weaving them into soft spirals that hummed lullabies only Solnaria could hear.

Kaelu, who'd witnessed eons of madness, now had stardust streamers on her horns and a blank look that translated roughly to:

> "This is my life now."

> "What's that do?" a Zenō asked, pointing at a giant humming obelisk tied to the realm's leyline network.

"It stabilizes Hollow Earth's lattice and memory grid," I said, eyeing Nyssara, who nodded subtly.

"Cool! Let's poke it with a stick!"

> "NO."

I said that too loud. Even Kaelu flinched.

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Scene – Goku, Deku, Solnaria, and Nyssara: Philosophy Hour (?)

By the time Hollow Earth's simulated sun began its slow, glittering descent, we all found ourselves atop the Rootcliff Plateau.

Goku balanced on one finger atop a boulder.

Deku scribbled notes like his life depended on it.

Solnaria sat cross-legged, reciting one of the deep harmonic lullabies of the Ember Choir.

And Nyssara…

Nyssara stood quietly, eyes closed, her bare feet glowing with runes from the Old Memory.

She walked a slow spiral around the Zenōs, leaving silvery steps that faded into echoes of forgotten starlight.

> "So wait," Deku asked carefully, "you're omnipotent but you still… play?"

> "Play is the power," one Zenō said, flipping a pebble that glitched and became a constellation.

"Stories are rules that dance."

> "Yeah!" said the other. "Rules are only fun if you can bounce them like jelly!"

Goku nodded.

> "I don't get it… but it feels like ki."

Nyssara opened her eyes. She touched the shoulder of the quieter Zenō.

And in that moment, he blinked—and saw through her memory.

He saw a nursery of stars, before time had names.

A room of celestial infants made from memory and emotion.

One of them—small, golden, weeping—had been him.

He gasped.

> "I remember… being held."

Solnaria placed a hand on her sister's shoulder.

> "She does that. Pulls the pieces of you you forgot mattered."

Lunadora sipped her emberberry tea and muttered:

> "I knew letting Kaela raise a mystic would have strange results."

I smiled.

Honestly? I was proud.

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Scene – Campfire at the Worldspine

Night fell.

The Ember Choir hummed beneath the roots of the world.

The Zenōs had discovered marshmallows.

One lit theirs on fire with enthusiasm. The other opened a rift to a candy dimension.

> "It's okay!" they grinned. "We'll put the fire back later!"

Nyssara, silent and kind, conjured marshmallow moons from memory—sweet and radiant, roasted already with warmth from an ancient hearth.

Solnaria handed the Zenōs crystal skewers and laid the rules down like a bedtime spell.

> "Can we stay forever?" one asked softly, sticky with sugar and starlight.

> "We never get to just be."

> "Usually everything ends when we show up."

> "But here… it feels like things are beginning."

Nyssara gently reached up and tucked a memory-firefly into the hood of his pajamas.

> "Then stay," she whispered. "For as long as this moment allows."

Lunadora leaned into me.

I wrapped a wing around her.

> "Let them stay," she murmured.

"At least until they break something we can't fix."

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System Alert – Stability Log

> [ANDARTA: PRESENCE OF ZENŌ ENTITIES — STABILIZED THROUGH NYSSARA'S MEMORY-FIELD LOOPING]

Probability of Accidental Omniversal Collapse: 4%

(Note: Nyssara is now designated as "Memory Anchor Class ∞.")

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Final Scene – Sleep Among Stars

Eventually, the Zenōs drifted off—literally—hovering above the campfire, glowing faintly, snoring in peaceful stereo.

Kaelu coiled protectively beneath them.

Solnaria sang.

Nyssara layered memory upon her melody—echoes of childhoods they never had.

The Hollow Earth—timeless, wild, and wise—did not resist.

It simply breathed with us.

In. Out.

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Narration – Belenus

There's strength in war.

But there's greater strength in peace.

And sometimes…

The most divine act is to roast a marshmallow with your children,

...while holding back the end of existence with a giggle.

Tomorrow might bring gods.

Or monsters.

Or both.

But tonight?

The Zenōs were just kids.

Solnaria was a lullaby.

Nyssara was a dream made real.

And the Garden of Becoming…

...was safe.