The mysterious figure's laughter echoed through the fractured space between realities, but it was Logos who commanded Reed's horrified attention. The First Consciousness was bleeding memories—raw, unfiltered experiences that spilled into the war-mind's collective awareness like molten glass.
Before.
Reed gasped as he witnessed it through Logos's tormented recollection. The universe as it had existed in the time before thought—a perfect crystalline structure of pure mathematics, where energy flowed in eternal patterns of absolute harmony. No chaos. No uncertainty. No death, because there was nothing alive to die.
It was beautiful.
It was perfect.
And it made Reed want to scream.
"Do you see?" Logos whispered, his form fracturing under the weight of cosmic guilt. "Look what I destroyed with a single moment of curiosity."
