"The Mountain That Cannot Be Stolen"

  The void trembled.

  In the endless nothingness between realities, two figures faced each other.

  One wore a tattered bck robe, a monocle glinting with mockery — Amon, the Trickster God.

  The other was not a man, not a beast, but an immovable silhouette: a Mountain so vast that it anchored the yers of existence itself — Great Mountain.

  Amon smiled zily, twirling his staff.

  He reached out — no magic circles, no chant — and stole.

  With a twist of his fingers, he seized the concept of foundation itself, aiming to rip the Mountain's very stability from under him.

  Nothing happened.

  The void around Great Mountain distorted violently, but he remained still — immutable.

  The ws Amon tried to steal were not "possessions."

  They were what allowed reality to exist at all.

  For the first time in eons, Amon's smile faltered.

  He clicked his tongue. "Interesting..."

  Dozens of clones materialized, each an alternate Amon — past, future, sideways in time — attacking from infinite angles.

  They attempted to pierce the Mountain's existence from every timeline at once.

  The response was not an attack.

  It was a weight.

  The weight of unchangeability.

  Each Amon clone felt his connection to cause and effect straining — as if the idea of "change" itself had been outwed.

  One by one, the clones froze in the streams of time, becoming mere echoes.

  Amon’s main body floated backward, his form flickering between billions of alternate selves to avoid complete colpse.

  He narrowed his one good eye. "So you're not a being," he whispered. "You're a decree."

  Great Mountain did not speak.

  He did not need to.

  Amon, master of deceit, realized something terrifying:

  There was nothing to trick.

  No mind to manipute.

  No fate to steal.

  Great Mountain simply was — and in the presence of absolute existence, even a god like Amon became... a guest.

  Knowing better than to press a losing game, Amon chuckled, gave a deep, mocking bow, and with a twist of space, disappeared into the folds of reality.

  The Mountain remained.

  Unmoved.

  Unbroken.

  Unbothered.

  (End Scene)