In THE Provenance Realm of the First Lifeform, evening light lay warm over everything.
The blue gold hills rolled out soft and endless from the long hall, and the river of light murmured through its star-pools, and the standing stones kept their patient watch over orchards heavy with fruit, and above it all, ten stars turned slowly through a sky that belonged to no one else in existence. Peace lived here in abundance!
And on the threshold of the long hall, Noah stood grasping the vibrating Aurate Collar of the First Purity.
It buzzed against his palms, pale ancient bone shaped into a seamless band, worn smooth by an age no record reached, faint golden light moving through its depths in slow pulses. The chest bones of a First Lifeform, mistaken by many for a Remnant Existential Treasure, and it had waited on his threshold in silence for days.
It was not silent now.
Noah raised it, and put it on.
