Our current location is called THE STATIC, my aforementioned domain. It exists outside the bounds of our narrative, separated from the universe you have come to know. Here, physicality is malleable and there is no set beginning or end to things — only me and the components of my willed kin.
This realm's purpose is to act as a BARRIER between life and the cold embrace of the void, enshrouding the outskirts of existence with my essence so that the NAUGHT-FATHER is rendered incapable of breaking through and finishing what he started. It also doubles as my personal living space, providing me with all that I need in order to maintain my work.
How do I obtain and preserve resources in this visually abrasive emptiness?
Well, for now... Let us say that I possess a VERY ACTIVE IMAGINATION.