vantablack, Unfazedfantasii, Storybook Illustration art style, In the heart of the cosmic expanse, where the fabric of reality shimmered with infinite colors, a being unlike any other emerged. It stood at the crossroads of dreams and existence, its form woven from the very essence of the universe. Its body, a tapestry of iridescent scales and shifting patterns, pulsed with an energy that defied time. It had no face, no mouth to speak—only a single, vast eye, swirling with galaxies and nebulae, forever watching, forever knowing. This was the Seer, a being of boundless wisdom, born from the whispers of the cosmos. Tendrils of light spiraled from its form, twisting and curling like the tendrils of thought itself. It did not move like mortal creatures did, nor did it tread upon any world. Instead, it floated between dimensions, carried by the unseen currents of knowledge. Wherever it gazed, entire civilizations unfolded, their histories flickering in the reflection of its gaze. As it hovered in the void, celestial beings gathered to listen. For the Seer did not speak in words but in visions, painting the story of existence across the minds of those who sought understanding. It had seen the birth of stars and the fall of empires, the laughter of creation and the silence of endings. And yet, despite its infinite sight, there was one mystery it had yet to unravel—the one question even the cosmos could not answer. Who had created the Seer? And why was it the only one left?