The Convergence Theorem has no fixed physical form. It manifests as a dynamic, laser-etched pattern that fluidly shifts between the organic fractals of the Primal Schism, the sacred geometry of the Clockwork Schism, and the negative-space voids of the Hollow Schism. To the touch, it feels not cold, but with the profound chill of absolute, impersonal truth. Its true weight is conceptual, growing heavier in the hand when the bearer contemplates a throw that violates the universal constant it represents.

A beacon that amplifies the connection between the three schisms, allowing glimpses of other realms during moments of perfect flight.