Noah went alone.
Part of his existence stayed behind on the white throne at the bottom of the Descent, with Emotive at his knee and the Nova Dream Sector still spreading silently across existence. Another part of him, a single body woven of night-sky skin and blue-gold constellations, stepped out of his Dream and into the dark between things.
There were still too many unknowns to bring anyone else.
He followed the weavings of Destiny.
THE First Gu of Destiny had left them behind like a trail of thread through a labyrinth. Fine, gleaming strands of obsidian and gold, stretching out across the dark, past the edges of his charge, past the Long Night's flow here, past the place where time itself grew thin and loose. Noah walked along them, and the strands hummed under his feet, and every step carried him further than a step should.
Then the dark ahead of him split open like a cocoon, and he stepped through.
Arrived: THE Chrysalis of THE First Sundering.|
