Noah was falling!
There was no ground beneath him and no sky above him, only the moth's two vast eyes, and in both of them, a man asleep on blue-gold water. The more he looked, the more real that sleeper seemed, and the more the Noah standing in the snow seemed to thin.
He let it come.
He had learned that much already after all this time. Here, force fed the thing it struck. So instead, he did what he had done in a hundred hard moments before Shinjitsu and Dreams and Kings. He breathed in, slowly and tyrannically and let himself be exactly where he was at this point in time. Everything else fell away.
HUUM!
His Shinjitsu answered!
This time, instead of flaring, it settled. The burning blue-gold went quiet and clear again, still as glass, and in that stillness, the falling slowed. His Dreaming Human Origin pulsed once beneath it, deep and steady, and Noah reached for a single memory he knew was true.
