The Infinite Quantum Dreams were strange things.
They were possibilities, nothing more. Roads that might be walked, shown to him in blue-gold glass before he ever set foot on them. Every one of them was only a maybe. A single different step, a single different breath, and the whole road could bend somewhere else.
But if he followed everything exactly as he had dreamed it, step by step and breath by breath...
HUUM!
Then he would stand exactly where he stood now.
The Undersnow was real around him. The upward snow hung still in the cold air, the pale roots of the Keepers' Legacy dangled overhead, and the Hollow Night Immense Ones lay scattered across the frozen floor where they had dropped. Behind him, Kir One stood like a black mountain, still eating, its many faces chewing slowly on the strands of the Long Night that had guarded this place.
And Noah's hand was buried in THE Curator's chest!
