Noah looked at a future version of himself, and his whole existence buzzed!
It ran through him from the roots of his Tree to the tips of his horns of radiance, a hum like a struck bell, ringing on and on. His constellations flickered across his bare chest. The frost along his jaw glittered and cracked and reformed. And all around him, without his asking, his Dream moved to steady it all, reaching out in slow blue-gold tides, wrapping itself around the bubble and the throne and the frozen snow, holding everything in place.
He understood, then, how fragile this was.
