The new region kept growing.
Noah hung in front of the broken opening and watched it spread beneath him. Light years of fresh space unrolling in every direction. Little Dimensions condensing out of grey roads and broken Elsedimensions.
The torn Totems drifting apart like the pieces of a snapped fence. The Undefined Gaps, which had been empty and silent for Ages, now thick with tangled forests of everything no one had ever chosen.
Messy. Unplanned. Far larger than any of them had wanted.
He had done all of it!
And in the opening, rising up out of the Fallow toward everything he had done, came THE Stillness of Every Death That Almost Happened.
It extended rather than climbed.
It came up through the broken door as a frost spreads across a pond, slowly and all at once, and what it spread was stillness. Grey glass, tinged crimson at its edges, rising out of the grey forest in a vast slow sheet. And inside the glass, held, were moments.
