Theta Maw

“I have stood before Theta Maw only once,” I confess, flames dancing between my fingertips as the memory stirs. “It does not attack out of malice. It attacks out of necessity. Reality is… misshapen to it. Crooked. Unbalanced. Every heartbeat of Theta Maw is an argument with creation itself, an attempt to impose the integer that never should have existed—Theta, the Missing Number—upon a world that rejects it. When it walks, equations tremble. When it gazes upon you, you feel every flaw in your bones, every asymmetry in your soul. Yet in its fury, I sensed sorrow. For it is not a beast of chaos… but of unwanted order.”