The Concert for Extraplanar Unity
In one sense, the Concert for Extraplanar Unity never ended and never began. It is limited to no single geographic location; there is no land beyond the concert. All times are one time, united within the matrix of the rhythm of the saints. It binds everything in the universe to every other thing. The planes and deities sway to its beat and find that by degrees their deeds, words, and thoughts bend towards one another.
Sage Polay called the Concert for Extraplanar Unity the antithesis of the Blood War. Where the Blood War divides, the Concert unites. Where the War is between two disparate yet inescapably linked groups, the Concert grasps an infinity of disparate groups and creates links between them. While the War has caused much suffering since its indeterminate birth, the Concert causes much joy and will continue to do so until its indeterminate cessation.
There are however many holes in Sage Polay’s theory, not the least of them being that while in one sense the Concert for Extraplanar Unity never ended and never began, in another sense it began with the rising of the Opal Moon over the Valley of Tears at the foot of Mount Celestia, and ended four hours and eleven minutes later when the Opal Moon crossed the path of the Turquoise Moon, in the ninety-third year of the rule of the Rightly Guided Domina Prudence LXVIII over the Domination of Fa.
While a portion of the Concert extruded into the Domination of Fa, it was not limited to that demiplane. Simultaneous with the performance in the Domination were eight others, distant orchestras performing the Symphony for Extraplanar Unity: within the Citadel of Red Glass on Acheron, within the Dome of Song in Hel under the Gray Waste, beneath the Shrine of Spirituality, aboard Flying Everything in the Astral, in the Garden of Absent Joy in Ysgard, within the Cities of Brass and Glass on the Elemental Planes of Fire and Water (respectively), and of course within the Heptagonal Hall in Sigil.
The resonance of the Concert echoes even today, pushing events into harmony and subtle alignment. Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine times out of one hundred thousand, the magic chords from the distant past swell and rise and wash and break on the iron present. One instant per hundred thousand, something marvelous happens.
In this way beauty is retained as an essential component of the multiverse.