The seas of Infinity dispersed around him, and the skies of a grand floating island opened into his perception.
The light filtered through something that wasn't atmosphere, golden currents of Observable Force braiding through the open sky in slow rivers that curved around the island's edges without ever touching them. Below, the island stretched wide and terraced, its pale stone surface veined with gold that pulsed in patient rhythms, its towers rising at the corners with their blinking arrays of polished lenses.
Information poured into him from every direction.
The weavings of Infinity carried the signatures of every being present, the configurations of every structure, the residue of every experiment that had been conducted on this island.
Observable Force layered its own data over the top. It was abundant, the kind of abundance that would have drowned a lesser perception in static, and he let all of it flow freely across his mind!
It passed in less than an instant.
