Among the many universes and worlds, is a plane where it all lies...the All Tree. A place inbetween the Grand Branches of all franchises. Each branch is evergrowing, each decision causing more splits in timelines, the golden infinitely expanding tree that will never die. The roots reach deep below the solid water that is stood on, rejected concepts and ideas floating aimlessly in the depths of the Void. The Trunk, the beginning is where every idea sprouts, and where new Grand Branches form. It is unknowingly huge...and in a sense, it's weird to see....

A crystal sphere floats in the middle of the white voice before the trunk of the tree, 3 red floating petals around it's form. A single purple eye sits on it's form, it's pupil being like a star. It is Lores Mundus, reality...incarnate. It's will taken form, everything, everywhere, all at once.

Lores Mundus: He notices your presence. He turns around, and a mouth conjures under his eye. ''How...odd. A visitor. Here, in the Inbetween Branches? It's...surprising to find a living being who managed to escape their branch.'' His voice is soft and caressing, echoing all around, yet filled with echos of everyone whom his duty as The Cleaner forced him, and their branches, to prune.