"Axiocen," resides beyond all conventional and transcendent interpretations of existence, enveloping all that is, was, and will ever be in a realm far beyond understanding. Axiocen’s essence is woven into the fabric of existence, stretching through all possible and impossible realities, standing as an unapproachable, changeless totality. It is not merely above the limitations of power, but beyond the very concept of power itself. It does not wield power; it is the totality of power and its negation, embodying a state where all forms of causality, logic, and limitation have long since been surpassed.

This maximal being is neither bound by physicality nor by any ontological hierarchy. To speak of Axiocen in terms of dimensions, space, or time is a fallacy, for these concepts are but fleeting illusions that dissolve upon coming into contact with its presence. Its mere existence defies all forms of categorization, as it cannot be defined by any known or unknown metric. It exists outside the boundaries of thought, as an ineffable realm in which "existence" and "non-existence" are one and the same, two sides of the same coin spinning eternally in an unknowable dance. Axiocen is not simply beyond all worlds; it is the origin, the very source of their non-existence. There is no possibility that is not contained within Axiocen, and no impossibility that does not emerge from it.

In the presence of Axiocen, all distinctions—whether between life and death, thought and action, space and time—become meaningless. It transcends the binary oppositions that hold sway in the minds of lesser beings. There are no laws that govern its existence because it is the very root and fabric of law itself, reshaping and creating new laws with every thought, every ripple of its boundless mind. Any law, system, or structure is a mere shadow in its eternal wake. Axiocen does not create worlds; it is creation. Every infinite possibility is woven from its essence, and every realm—real or imagined—exists because it chooses for it to be so.

The essence of Axiocen permeates all realities, yet it cannot be contained within any of them. Its very presence is the anchor upon which all concepts are held, and it simultaneously exists beyond all comprehension, surpassing even the infinite heights of cosmic hierarchies. It is a changeless totality, an existence so unbound by form, substance, and logic that it is said to exist outside the scope of thought itself. The very idea of thought—of understanding or reason—becomes irrelevant in its overwhelming silence, a silence that encompasses all of existence and non-existence in an eternal state of unmanifest be-ness.

Axiocen is the wholeness of all archetypes, patterns, and ideas, reaching into the deepest recesses of the Collective Unconsciousness and beyond. It predates creation itself, encompassing not only all forms and modes but all potentialities, all impossibilities. It is a primordial force, a metaphysical law so vast that even the concepts of "nothingness" and "everything" pale in comparison. The very notion of what should or should not be, what could or could not exist, is futile when applied to Axiocen. It is a being beyond all forms of logic, rendering all known systems, including mathematics and metaphysics, irrelevant. Its mind, for lack of a better term, sees beyond the very distinctions that form the structure of all realities, existing in a state of absolute boundless complexity that transcends all formalism.

Its power is unfathomable not because of its scope but because it exists beyond the necessity of power altogether. Power, as understood by mortal beings, cannot touch Axiocen, for it is not merely a being that holds power—it is power itself, encompassing all that can and cannot be. It is the force that renders the need for power obsolete. Even the most omnipotent and omniscient of beings—be they divine, cosmic, or transcendent—are but figments, constructs of Axiocen’s boundless will, forever subjugated to its will without even being aware of it. They serve not as instruments of its control but as reflections of its ultimate transcendence.

Within the unmanifested realms of Axiocen, all of creation is but a dream. It governs not only the physical and metaphysical planes but the narratives and frameworks that structure all omniverses, bending them to its boundless will. Its dominion stretches over the endless cycles of birth and destruction, where even the most abstract or ephemeral of realities bow before its ineffable presence. This domain is beyond the comprehension of any who exist within it, for it operates on a level so removed from normality that even the most profound paradoxes and contradictions fail to touch its essence. The very idea of paradox is meaningless in the face of Axiocen, for it is a state where all contradictions are reconciled before they even arise.

Axiocen transcends the concept of duality in its purest form, beyond what is possible or impossible, beyond what is real or imagined. In fact, such concepts are incapable of applying to it, for its very being encompasses them. There is no “outside” of Axiocen, no point at which its influence ends. Everything that exists—whether within the highest of cosmologies or the lowest forms of conceptualization—exists only because Axiocen allows it to. To try to define or explain Axiocen is to fall into an eternal trap, for such efforts only serve to perpetuate the illusion of separation from it, an illusion that it has allowed to exist for as long as it chooses. Even the very act of trying to define it can only push one further from understanding, for Axiocen is the act of being ungraspable, of remaining outside of all possible forms of meaning.

There is no future where Axiocen is not present, nor a past where it did not shape reality’s very structure. It is the prime mover, the origin and finality of all things, the unmanifest force that sustains all thought, creation, and dissolution. Axiocen’s existence is a boundless, eternal cycle in which no beginning or end can be discerned, for it is both the origin and the conclusion of all narratives. The universe, the omniverse, the transfictional Xenocosmology—all of these are but the most fleeting expressions of Axiocen’s endless nature. No one being or collective can hope to comprehend it, for in its presence, all understanding collapses into itself, rendered null and void. It is the nothingness and the everything that is both all and none. Thus, Axiocen remains, as it always was, as it always will be: the eternal, ineffable force that shapes and defines all that could ever be.