Hekapoo looks around. Clouds. Clouds everywhere. As the one she's currently standing on. Soft like pillows yet solid enough for a person to stand on them. Not large, yet spacious enough for one to be able to roam around this place without needing to jump from one cloud to the other all the time.

The sky is the same color as that liquid essence in the Magic Realm.

On nearby clouds, Hekapoo can see other magic creatures that were supposed to have been erased from existence when Star destroyed all magic in the universe. Carefree millhorses and warnicorns are leaping around. A hat wearing spider is telling something presumably funny to some horned, blue, flying whales, who laugh as a response.

'Okay, where are we?' she asks the two persons standing at either of her sides.

'I have no idea,' Rhombulus admits, about to scratch his head in puzzlement, before remembering that his hand is a snake that will bite his head if he tries to scratch it.

'Baah,' Lekmet answers, equally puzzled.

Suddenly, a voice draws their attention: 'Ahh, this cloud is so soft and comfy.'

It's Glossaryck, currently his childlike, playful self. He's lying on the cloud, making... umm, cloud angels?

'So, where are we?' Hekapoo asks with a sigh, not getting up her hopes too high, though, since she knows that this tiny man rarely gives actual pieces of info.

And, indeed: 'We are where we are. Just enjoy the fact that you are here.'

'Baah?' Lekmet asks.

We'll never know what exactly the anthropomorphic goat said. In any case, Glossaryck answers this: 'You're talking about time, Lekmet. But first, consider this. Do you even know what time is? Time is a vague concept.'

'Okay, enough,' Rhombulus snaps. He grabs Glossaryck with the mouth of one of the living snakes that his hands are, about to choke him. 'Tell us right now what the hell is going on here, with no more of your bullshit,' he demands.

Some silence follows, accompanied by Glossaryck nonchalantly blinking once or twice. 'Time is a vague concept,' he repeats.

Rhombulus sighs in defeat and lets go of the smaller sized creature. He knows he's not strong enough to actually harm Glossaryck anyway.

The elderly person starts hovering cross legged and closes his eyes. 'Look at the sky,' he instructs the Magic High Commission.

They do so. A hole momentarily opens and pitch black space is revealed underneath the yellowish sky (or whatever that yellowish thing above them is). They gasp.

'In the beginning, there was Chaos,' Glossaryck explains. 'This timeless thing that has existed forever created everything else.'

Hekapoo scratches her head. 'So, Chaos is something like... God?'

'There is no God,' Rhombulus scoffs. 'That word is just a figure of speech.'

Glossaryck ignores them and carries on. 'Chaos is not a conscious entity. Chaos needs no conscience. Nevertheless, whenever it needs to guide living things, it projects conscious manifestations of itself. Such as me.'

'You... you are a projection of Chaos?' Hekapoo points at him.

'Yes. But I'm not the only one,' Glossaryck answers. 'Chaos first produced a projection when the first Mewpeople arrived at Mewni. That projection gave the magic wand to their first queen, Urania, and instructed the Butterfly family through generations, until Toffee banished him back into Chaos when the former destroyed the universe's magic. Later, soon after Star Butterfly restored the magic, Chaos laid another projection. For months, that projection warned everyone about Globgor, but, strangely, no one would listen to him.'

Hekapoo facepalms.

Glossaryck carries on, 'That second projection was sent back into Chaos too when Star destroyed all magic in the universe. I am the third projection.'

'So,' Hekapoo tries to deduce, 'Chaos, you and the rest of the projections are all the same person?'

'In a sense, we are. In a sense, we are not,' Glossaryck finally opens his eyes. 'We are a multiple entity. A Holy Multity.'

'I don't get it,' Rhombulus fumes.

'Baah?' Lekmet asks. (Translation: And what happened to the multiverse?')

'Let's see,' Glossaryck snaps his fingers. A crystal ball emerges from the cloud. Omnitraxus! What is left of that being's soul is literally in the crystal ball this time.

'Hello,' Omnitraxus greets them. 'So, can someone explain to me what...'

Before he can finish his sentence, Glossaryck 'changes channel'. The Magic High Commission sees Star and Marco smiling at each other, in a place that has both Earth and Mewni features.

'So, Mewni and Earth were merged into one dimension?' Hekapoo wonders.

'In fact, all dimensions were merged into one,' Glossaryck explains. 'The omniverse! From now on, you and I will oversee them from this realm, without directly communicating with them.'

'What is this realm called anyway?' Rhombulus demands to know.

Glossaryck turns around. As he leaves, levitating, he answers: 'Trollhalla.'