The storm of Paradox had not yet calmed.
From every direction across the nearby Goldfolds, the gazes of Foldless Ones loomed- massive and distant, like constellations turned to watch.
As if grand, extremely complex Constellation were watching a small, lone human!
Hundreds and thousands of times more complex and pure than him.
And yet even under those gazes, that one human did not buckle!
The Foldless Ones gazed.
Regal, radiant with layered complexity, their expressions held no fear or contempt. Only silence. Weighty silence, as if the totality of their contemplation had settled into the Folds themselves.
They did not speak. They watched. Each mind turned inward, parsing the implications, weighing the impossibilities that now stood calmly before them.
A Young Paradox that did not stir Inevitabilities.
The swirling winds of Paradox rushed harder around Noah's vessel, their brilliance illuminating every Foldless One in stark gold.
