The theoretical alignments across the starlight slab concluded, dissolving the simulated fractures into calm ribbons of blue-gold light as Noah turned his full attention back to his own flesh.
He reached into his internal realm and drew out the second of his remaining three Common Dream Gu.
The creature rested quietly upon his knee, its translucent azure shell pulsing with a simple, unhurried reverie. It was small and fragile, breathing in slow rhythms that carried the faint scent of undisturbed silk, completely oblivious to the currents churning outside the coral cavern.
Noah looked down at it, his pupils reflecting the tiny insect as he prepared the strokes of THE Osmontian Tongue.
This time, he did not summon the raw, unmitigated weight of an imperial conqueror to crush the carrier. He drew upon the clarity granted by Sonder, understanding the interiority of the small existence before him!
