The name was unique, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand forgotten philosophies!
Anaximander bowed, a gesture of polite, scholarly respect.
"I apologize for intruding on your experiment," he said. "I just appeared here after testing something of my own."
He then continued, his eyes, which held a light of pure, unadulterated curiosity, fixed on Noah. "But, are you truly trying to learn about The Ways of Existence too? I have also embarked on this journey and made some progress!"
…!
Noah replied to Anaximander, his voice a calm, even current in the frigid air of the First Folds.
"Yes, I am learning about The Way of Existence, but…"
He did not finish his words. His gaze swept over Anaximander, from the simple, archaic cut of his robes to the brilliant, almost naive, curiosity in his eyes.
