The space where the dream lived was a strange one, and Noah was still learning what it could do.
It was not the sandy-gold storm his body had floated in, and it was not the Cabin he had watched from above. It sat between them. A room made of nowhere, held open by his own Provenance, where he could pull his attention out of one story and hold it still before deciding where to send it next.
Versatile, was the word he kept landing on. It did more than he had asked it to!
Seventy-five Provenance to open the Infinite Dream, and it had been a heavy price. He did not regret it, but he felt the size of what he had spent!
He did not know much about the Provenances the other First Lifeforms carried. There had never been anyone to ask. He had the one he shared with Thalia, the two of them holding a single grand thing between them, and there was the strange separate one her father wore, and beyond that, the record was thin as he didn't do much research for others.
