Noah was still in the grand state of dreams, and he meant to stay there.
The compressed seas of blue-gold cloud still turned around him, and the event horizons along his arms still opened and closed, and his Dream still reached out through everything at once. And the longer he stayed in it, the further it went.
He could feel the edges of what Infinity meant moving outward with every breath. What his Dream could hold. What it could do. Things that had been impossible an hour ago were starting to look like doors.
He looked across the square at the thing wearing his face.
It was still studying him. He could feel it, through something behind its eyes rather than the eyes themselves, a thin thread running from the seam in its face out into existence itself, into the vast patient mind that had made a record of every step he had ever taken. The Existence this lifeform had access to was reading him through it. Learning him.
