Noah focused Noetic Infinity upon the wreckage THE Curator had abandoned!
Three distinct remnants lay exposed to his sight.
The first was the severed reins. They still hung from the shattered chains at the floor of the Descent, thin cold filaments of azure script snapped off short like fishing line cut at the watter! He had felt their rupture during the ascent. Now, at Order III, their severed trajectory became entirely readable!
The second was THE Caretaker herself. Her quiet vessel now rested securely within his Dream, and her ancient memories lay preserved within its folds, orderly as aged parchment in an unsealed drawer. Epochs of records were cataloged there, including the precise events of one fateful night!
The third was the administrative seat itself. Its operational archive had opened to him once before. Now, under the authority of his expanded Order, it unfolded down to the binding!
Naturally, he examined all three simultaneously!
