They were inside a pocket of space that never stopped moving.
Noah's senses spread out and found no ground, no sky, no fixed point at all.
The golden island floated at the heart of an isolated bubble of stillness while beyond its unseen walls, countless strings of the Dimension tore past in endless luminous rivers, weavings of Infinity and Primordial Source and THE Lingering Word all streaking by like light bending around the center of a black hole.
They were within something that traversed THE Krazhor-Nul without pause, folded inside its wake, carried at speeds that made his earlier island-flight look like drifting!
And before them, the maker of this pocket floated.
Hvitrmarr!
