Noah traversed in silence for a while as he continued to think of many things, and after a few minutes, he finally came across a Gu Lifeform in this region of predominant weavings of Dreams.
The Common Dream Gu was the type that did not even run.
It hung in a pocket of still silk where three strands had tangled into a kind of nest, moon-small at this range, its translucent body heaving slow, dream-weather drifting golden through its interior. Its many eyes were half-lidded. It was not fleeing and it was not feeding. It was simply there, doing the one thing its whole existence was made to do, and Noah stood in the drift a short distance off and looked at it with eyes in which Sonder had not once dimmed since it woke.
He saw its dream.
A single cloud of gold turned around the creature, slow, and inside the cloud was the dream, and Noah looked into it and found it so... simple.
