Above them, the great circle began to swirl.
Its markings blazed with obsidian light, and the light was Narrative. Noah could feel it, the same weight he had felt pouring from his own pen, only older, and deeper, and colder. Letters of an ancient tongue chased each other around the rim. Runes turned like the gears of an enormous clock. The whole construct turned slowly over the Ossuary, filling in, line by line, rune by rune, toward completion.
And Lifthrasir spoke, with her eyes still closed.
"Mortal eyes see time as a river that moves. They imagine that yesterday turns to vapor the moment today arrives."
A ring of runes locked into place.
"That understanding belongs entirely to lifeforms trapped inside small, fragile shells."
The circle turned.
"Across the Existential Continuum, reality rests as a single, unyielding monument. I call it THE Block Existence."
In the circle above, a new ring of script began to glow.
