The Legacy was settling.
Noah stood on a terrace of crimson glass inside Ruination's existence and watched it happen. Below him, across hundreds of light years, the Elsedimensions of THE Legacy of THE Acharya of Immensity hung beneath a sky made of moving records, whole again, their cracks sealed with seams of red light.
Old Immense Ones walked their own halls with the slow, suspicious steps of beings who had woken up in a house they recognized and only half believed. Moriarty paced a ridge far off, his Immensity coiled tight around him, arguing with THE Thinker about something. On a quiet slope, wrapped in a cocoon of gold and black, Theon slept, his Root drinking in the Dream Noah had given him.
And at the Legacy's heart, in a long silent row, stood the statues.
THE Ruined Quantum Existence was truly grsnd.
