While one of him sat on a throne in a dream and talked to an old friend, another of him was at work!
This body sat on golden sand, on a shore inside THE Infiniverse. An endless sea ran out from it in slow blue-gold swells, and behind him lay island farmland so quiet and so full!
He thought about his people while he worked.
His children. His mother. The Queens. The ones who had walked beside him across his journey. The Emperor Penguin, Erikson, Titano, Ul'moreth, Kazuhiko, all the rest.
They were technically safe in THE Infiniverse all this time.
But safe was not the same as growing. Shelter kept a thing alive. It did not make a thing strong.
In the cass things went wrong, their Dimensionality could not be so weak that all then could be broken with a single foot coming down!
