The first thing that existed was a pulse.
DUM.
One beat, in an ocean of nothing, and Noah existed around it the way sound exists around a struck bell! He had no body yet. He had no eyes, no frame, no seas of power! There was only the pulse, and the quiet certainty folded inside it, and the pulse was a liver.
THE Hepatarch of the Undying Root was rebuilding him.
DUM. DUM.
And what a strange, profound thing it was, to be regrown from one's own organ! He felt himself assembling outward from that single glimmering seed, layer by patient layer, and the Root did not rebuild him the way healing rebuilds, flesh first and self after. It rebuilt him self FIRST!
