Noah stood in the snow and looked at the thing wearing his son.
Something in him went very far away.
It was the view from high above where everything became pattern and nothing became panic. From there he could see the shape of it all: a Nightmare, a borrowed face, snow and ash and a voice from the bottom of a well, pieces arranged to make him feel a particular thing.
His Shinjitsu rose over him, slow and still and glass-bright, closing over his skin. Underneath it, his Dreaming Human Origin began to pulse, deep and steady, a heartbeat bigger than his own. And as it pulsed, the dark around him gave up a little more of what it was hiding.
This is a Nightmare of Quantum Existence.|
|Behind it is something unfathomably powerful.|
|It sensed your use and alteration of countless quantum lines of possibility and probability across existence.|
