He started with something he had made himself, which seemed only fair.
Noah reached into THE Infiniverse and pulled out a young Observable Existence, one of the thousands that had bloomed out of the Genesis Tesseracts and had been growing quietly ever since. It came into the Realm and hung over the river of light, turning slowly, no larger than a fruit at this scale and containing an interior he could have walked for an age without finishing.
Of course, there were no lifeforms in it. Not one!
He looked at it for a moment anyway.
Then he dreamed.
That was the only word for what THE Provenance of THE Human Dreamer actually did here. His eyes lowered halfway and did not close, and the light around him went soft at the edges. The river kept running. The eighty-nine suns kept burning. And Noah sat on the bank of his own Realm and dreamed the young Observable Existence apart.
In the dream, its Causes were visible.
