At the far edge of the farm, the five of them had already reached the grey gaps. Noah watched Henry go in first, wings wide and every eye along them open, with Thalia's golden tentacles fanning out behind him and Kazuhiko's blades flashing in the soft Fallow light.
Barbatos circled above them all, and THE Emperor Penguin went charging straight into the grey at full speed, his black-glass plates ringing, while somewhere inside the gaps something very large let out a startled roar.
Noah smiled a little and left them to it. He sat back down in the doorway of the shell house with the hoe across his knees, and as he settled, his Dreams went on flowing out of him just as they always did now, without him having to think about it, slow blue-gold waves rolling out over the field and the rivers and down into the soil and out past the farm into the snowing dark.
