Far away, in another region of THE Chrysalis, the rivers ran in every color.
They wound through the shimmering dark in long braided channels, each one a different hue, and each hue a different Provenance. Life ran green. Death ran pale violet. Fire ran gold, Water ran blue, and Time ran a strange purple that seemed to move backward even as it flowed forward. There were rivers of Provenances unknown to most lifeforms, nameless colors, all of them twisting through each other and parting again in a vast, endless space, with the falling silk of the Chrysalis drifting down into their currents.
And in the rivers, Gu swam.
Rare Gu. Thousands of them. Of every Provenance. Glittering beetles of living flame darting through the gold. Pale moths of Death drifting over the violet. Long silver centipedes of Time coiling against the current. Each one a treasure that lifeforms in Legacies would have spent whole lives searching for, and here they swam by the thousands, as common as minnows.
