Noah stood in the snowless dark of the Ossuary, and thought about his two Narratives.
The first had made his Dream stronger. That much had been plain from the moment he wrote it. A glorious mutation, a potential beyond anything that came before him, and existence had quietly rewritten its own records to agree. His Dreaming Human Origin had become more his. His Dream had surged across THE Legacy of THE Acharya of Immensity twice as fast as before. It had been a good page. A strong one.
But the second?
The second was making things unfathomably grand!
He had thought of it as luck, at first. Chance leaning his way. Things he needed finding him a little faster. That was how he had written it, and that was how it had felt in his hand as the pen grew heavy.
He understood now that it was something else entirely!
