Deep inside Noah, inside the living Observable Existence he carried and who carried him, a sea of blue-gold Osmontian Source Infinity stretched out past any horizon inside a certain realm.
The whole ocean gave off a low sustained hum, the sound of a thing that had never once needed a source outside itself!
Above it hung floating islands.
Hundreds of them, drifting at their own patient heights. They mimicked the old Spiritual Lands- terraced peaks of pale stone laced with veins of gold, waterfalls of raw Infinity pouring off their undersides and falling forever into the sea below.
Mist of pure Source drifted in the gaps between.
It was beautiful! But Ruination and THE Infiniverse were not here for the beauty.
They had come here to work.
All around the two of them, filling the air above the sea and between the islands for as far as the drifting mist allowed, hung diagrams.
