In THE Interstices, Noah sat down with a serious expression of focused intent.
The space around him held no true temperature, yet he could feel something close coolness pressing against his skin where the void touched his existence. It was always this way in THE Interstices, a place that existed between places, where light had no source but illuminated everything with pale radiance that cast no shadows.
His throne of Absolute Seals was grand beneath him!
His blue-gold pen materialized in his grasp, and immediately he felt the familiar surge of connection that came with holding what he chose to be the sword and instrument of THE First Tongue. The sensation was difficult to describe to those who had never experienced it, and really, nobody in existence apart from him could!
