From the leylines that deliver unto magi their arcane power, leaks some small measure of the primal energy that binds our world together. Down the droplet falls, down through the infinite planes, joining with other droplets which become a torrent, rushing onwards toward the very base of the Multiverse, leaving all things parched as it sweeps up every speck of magic it can touch. And when it can fall no further, the raging torrent is drawn upward by a whirlpool of untold power which has stretched the very rock through which it flows. Upward it is thrust until the maelstrom reaches the very heart of the multiverse, where a billion billion leylines wait to carry these simple droplets to every corner of existance.
Thus it has been for ages untold, and for such eons could it hidden stay? Nay, and one did find it. Let us not say who she was, or whence she came, or where her loyalties lay. In the end it mattered not; when she seized the power, and entered the eye of the maelstrom, she was transformed by it. For how, when each sole drop of Magic whispers songs of Cadence, could one shut out cacaphonies of voices unison? And thus this power served her, although it was her tyrant; she weaved herself a city out of leylines, connecting it to all that could exist and thus securing it and her within the torrent's winds. And fixed at this styled Center of All she ruled, obeying always Planar rhythms which she could not truly tether and creating balance in her throne.
Very chtonic. Don't you people ever get tired of Lady theories?