A part of Noah slipped quietly out of his Domain and into the Dream Engine.
He had no particular reason for it. Poona was busy bouncing around his hills, trying to taste the river of light. The cocoons on the hill were still closed. And the rest of him was already turning toward the Basal Floor and the rift. But somewhere between all of that, a thought had surfaced, and he had followed it.
He wanted to talk to someone!
Out of every dreamer sleeping on the golden shore, one name had come to mind.
He stepped into Bob's dream.
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It was full of Wheels!
Dead ones. Countless dead Wheels of Existence, hanging in a grey sky that went on forever. Every one of them was broken. Spokes snapped. Rims crakced through. Hubs crumbled to calcified dust.
And every one of them was trying to rebuild itself!
