"The weight of the world is love." — Allen Ginsberg
Here, the core question is made physical: a scale balances an elephant's femur against a mound of ant-carried stones. Ocellus the All-Seeing records each result, though his ledgers grow increasingly [ILLEGIBLE] as fungal ink consumes the pages. The chamber's walls bear the scars of millennia-old debates—gouges from elephant tusks, precise ant-bored holes spelling out mathematical proofs. It is said the first Resinbard died here, her final composition etched into the resin floor in frantic mandible strokes.
From the lore of The Chitinous Mandate.