Poona pulled him through existence, and Noah felt every layer of it pass!
He did not resist the tug. They sank down through layers of reality and up through tiers of Dimensionality, past depths he had never known were stacked beneath existence, with existence peeling open around them and folding shut behind, and he catologed every one of them as they went. It was a great deal to take in!
And then they arrived, and the place they arrived in was grand.
The Existential Conduits were here, the great pillars of flowing authority he had first seen threading the void above the sundered Train. But here they did not merely rise and stretch. Here they had been bent and shaped.
