Power was not going to save him today!
Noah stood in a frozen spring with an Immense One's declaration hanging over everything, and he understood there was no way.
His Provenance blazed, his Teloi burned through his quarks, his Mantle coiled with narrative weight enough to rewrite a battlefield, and none of it mattered against something like this.
Her Dimensionality was too unfathomable.
So he did the only other thing he knew how to do!
He thought.
Not ordinary thinking, but thinking elevated by his very Provenance of THE Human Dreamer, as his eyes stayed fixed on the barely-perceivable face of THE REMINISCING WIDOW….
Noah pulled THE Provenance of THE Human Dreamer deep into himself and turned it fully inward.
The Human Dreamer was a Lens. And right now it turned on everything he had read!
