In a far reach of THE Infinite Carcosa, the seas of Infinity lay still beneath the snow.
They stretched across the region for gigaparsecs, a vast and silent expanse caught somewhere between water and light. Their surface held every number at once. Small infinities lapped at the shores of greater ones, and the greater ones rolled out toward tides so large that no lifeform had ever measured where they ended. Snow fell onto them, heavy and endless, as it fell everywhere now, and sank beneath their surface without a sound.
The seas were old. They had a story, but that was for another time.
And on their eastern shore, something rose!
It climbed up out of a tear in the dark, an obsidian Giant!
A Kirtimukha!
One of THE Faces That Devour Glory!
It stood at the edge of the seas of Infinity, and lowered its head, and opened its jaws.
They opened wide. Wider than a jaw should open. Wide enough to swallow an Observable Existence.
And it began to drink!
