The minerals themselves were beautiful. They appeared as purple crystals that cast shadows in directions that didn't exist, their facets reflecting light from sources that weren't present. Holding them felt like grasping solid uncertainty.
Noah smiled at the absurdity of it all…materials that might retroactively decide they had never been collected, tools that could be forged from possibility itself.
He carefully stored them in a space that he convinced to exist specifically for things that might not exist.
"You should experience the Memory Stone," he said, looking at Sigrid, then turning to include Moiraine, the Infiniverse, and Ruination in his address. "All of you. Place your hands on it and see what it shows you. I experienced something... significant."
The four women exchanged glances of curiosity.
They moved toward the Memory Stone thereafter with varying degrees of eagerness.
Sigrid approached with the measured steps of someone expecting either wonder or trap.
