The forests kept growing, and Noah kept giving.
He couldn't entirely explain this pivotal moment in his existence, but it felt like he was on the cusp of grabbing something extremely important as he just had to put in a little bit more effort.
With enough effort, everything was possible right?
He sat on the crimson terace with his legs crossed and his hands open on his knees, and let it flow. Dreams and Nightmares, blue-gold and obsidian-gold, out of him and into the Gaps, into the soil that had once been grey and bruised and was now dark and warm and alive. He gave no directions. He asked for nothing. He simply let it go.
And existence gave back.
The essence came home in slow tides, from forests thousands of Gigaparsecs wide, and settled into him so easily that he barely noticed it arriving. Like breathing in after breathing out. One followed the other, and the point lay in both.
