In the space between things, the space that was his and his alone, Noah held an impossibility and felt it trying to kill him.
There was nothing here but him. He had drawn his whole attention down into a place no gaze could reach, and in the quiet of it he cradled the invisible unit of Existential Chorionic Gonadotropin that Vakochev had pressed into his hands, and his existence strained around it like a rope pulled to its last fiber!
One day. That was all the Fallen Hero had given him before the thing dispersed and was gone, and every moment of it, the holding alone was a weight that threatened to tear him open from the inside.
So he began with what he was best at.
He reached for THE Provenance of THE Human Dreamer. He dreamed. He turned his greatest craft upon the invisible unit and reached for a definition of it, like how he had reached for the shape of Infinity in the Runestone's forest.
And he caught nothing.
