Noah dreamed.
He sat upon the simple white throne at the bottom of the Descent of Chains with his eyes closed, and this time the seat dreamed right alongside him!
It started small. The Evergrave came first. Every snowfall across the Rim-Domain, every bitter wind sweeping over the burning fields, every frozen river, and every kept dead standing at every dark window. All of it surged through the white stone and straight into THE Dreaming Human Origin Tree, steady as the heavy current that turns a mill wheel, and he felt each piece of the land as clearly as his own fingers!
Then the seat lifted him highr!
Up, past the fractured sun of the Heart! Past the sealed rift! Through these low floots of THE Undersnow, traversing floor after floor of frozen dark, before bursting out into the vast light above, into a Legacy he knew well!
THE Legacy of THE Acharya of Immensity!
