Noah set the hoe back against the fence where he had found it.
He looked at the garden one last time. Weeds lay piled at the end of the path, the beans stood tied to their poles, and the apples sat in the bucket by the well. It was unfinished. A farm always was.
He walked back to the doorway at the edge of the fields and stopped.
A hundred Immense Ones were waiting on the other side of it. He could feel their attention pressing faintly against the door like a crowd against a window. The moment he stepped through, they would want answers.
He wanted a few of his own first.
So he lifted THE Orb of Immensity and asked it, plainly, for somewhere quiet.
The Orb answered!
