There are existences accustomed to winning…beings for whom victory is not achievement but expectation, for whom success is the baseline from which all other experiences are measured.
When such beings experience loss, the sensation transcends simple defeat.
It becomes existential crisis, a fundamental questioning of identity itself!
If you are defined by winning, what are you when you lose?
There were those existences, and then... there was Noah.
At this moment, he lay upon a vast white sea, his body carried by gentle waves that had once been cerulean but now shone with stellar radiance.
The light of Order had bombarded these waters so thoroughly, so completely, that they had forgotten their original color and adopted a new truth.
The waves moved with purpose that transcended physics, supporting him with the particular care of water that had been organized into knowing exactly how to hold someone.
