His vision returned in pieces that did not fit and then, all at once, did.
And when the pieces fit, Noah found that he was standing on a corpse!
He read the surroundings first, before he let himself feel anything about them. He stood inside a vast domain, and the domain swirled. Osmontian Absolute Infinity moved through it in great slow currents, his own Infinity, the identity-forged authority at the core of everything he was, filling the space from one unseen edge to another as he understood that inherently...his own Quintessence was directing it.
And the space was not empty otherwise. Shattered fragments of Observable Existence drifted through the currents, broken pieces of wonders that had been whole once.
Prime Causes hung suspended in the Infinity, some of them gray and dead, others still blazing and vibrant, and beneath all of it he could feel the heavy weight of a First Cause, present and intact and somehow wrong in a way he had not yet found the word for.
