Kireina remained silent, gazing at her reflection in the flawless, endless glass beneath her feet. It stretched infinitely—an eternal mirror. The skies held no stars; the stars lay below. The glass gleamed with infinite cosmos—constantly birthing, dying, and rebirthing. Above, however, lay Beyond Existence: the Eternal White. Pure, featureless white. Nothing existed there. This was Non-Existence—a blank slate within the All. Here, Empyrean Thrones shaped Reality with their will, forged Heavenly Dimensional Domains, and created new legacies, lives, and stories. The vast glass floor was far from empty. Countless fragmented Realities intermingled, forming shifting images: deserts, snowy peaks, purple grasslands, abyssal shadows, infernal volcanoes, starry nights, lunar surfaces, gaseous worlds, bizarre realms of living plastic, domains where time itself had taken form, and countless more. This was the Summit of Existence, where only True Immortals of the highest order could stand. "Welcome to the Eternal Summit Of All Things That Are And Will Be, 'sister'. It is pleasing to see you have reached this place on your own."