Strings.
Noah sat on the throne with Ruination and THE Infiniverse at his sides, and his eyes were vibrant as he gazed at existence at its most fundamental level.
This was not the first time he had looked at the idea. Vibrations, strings, the smallest threads beneath the smallest things. He had explored the concept before and set it aside as one theory among many.
Now it was current a unique sight.
With Ruination's crown resting on his head, he looked down at his own hands, and saw them for what they were. Countless infinite blue strings, wound and humming, composing flesh and Source and everything between. Who he was, rendered as identity and information. And his information was grand. Layer upon layer of it, Letters and Foundations and appendages and Causes, all of it vibrating together in a single composition that existence had checked and could not fault.
Inside him were many things. And for the first time, he could read all of them down to the thread.
