The golden light shimmered like a dream half-remembered as Moiraine led them out of the Schrödinger’s Gateway.
The skyspace above stretched far and wide, but even calling it a sky would truly be misleading as what sky would be filled with Event Horizons all around?
It was not so much a firmament as it was a great veil of possibility, a realm where paradox lived and breathed. Moiraine’s voice rang quietly through this brilliance, calm and clear.
"The Transcendent Paradoxical Folds are endless," she said, her gaze ahead and steady. "We are merely in the Gold Schrödinger’s Expanse now. This skyspace filled with Living Wheels of Existence is only one corner."
As their feet touched down outside the gateway, the surroundings came into sharper clarity. A pressure, silent and massive, pressed against Noah’s form as his Living Wheel of Existence began to hum, its spin growing heavier with a dense surge of Purity and Complexity.
|The Living True Source of Paradox is absorbing the potent weavings of Living Paradoxical Authority in the atmosphere, allowing Complexity and Purity to rise slowly.|
|+0.1 PQ and +0.2 CQ|
|+0.2 PQ and +0.25 CQ...|
HUUM!
Just by existing here, Noah grew stronger.
He looked towards Aetheron who seemed to be experiencing the same thing!
A rise in complexity and purity!
The very air thickened with the essence of Living Paradoxes, and every breath added depth to his being. He marveled at this place that defied reason, where to walk and simply be here was to ascend.
Far ahead, amidst the glimmering folds of paradoxical gold, Noah saw massive Wheels of Existence suspended like colossal gears turning in silence. They bore the hues of twilight and dawn, wrapped in auroras of golden light that shifted as if breathing.
Ergospheres of paradox rotated around them in their nearby regions, Noah gazing at the constant twisting of light and Paradox as he continued his absorption even more!
Then, without warning, the space before them twisted soon after. A wheel-shaped vessel the size of a football field bloomed into being. It floated ahead, humming softly, and Noah noted a at least 20 grand golden thrones floating at its center.
Chains extended from the very center and outwardly to anchor a vast, winged golden slime- a creature pulsing with Paradox and smiling with enthusiasm towards them as it was an Originus Venerant creature!
Acting as a mount...to pull a vessel!
Seated atop the Originus Venerant slime, a Foldless One waited. One with brilliant white hair and obsidian hues around her. The moment she saw Moiraine, her radiant eyes lit with familiarity as she bowed deeply. "Lady Moiraine, it is great to see you again after all this time. Please, give me the honor of taking you to the Goldfolds."
Moiraine actually smiled. "It is great to see you too, Caretaker Nina. Let’s make this journey a quick one. The matter is somewhat important."
She glided forward and settled on the foremost throne without hesitation. Noah, eyes gleaming, stepped up and sat beside her, unflinching even amid this gathering of power. He could feel golden Paradox spiraling beneath him, the vessel singing softly.
Caretaker Nina nodded toward Oryzarakh and offered Aetheron and Noah brief glances before turning her focus to the slime beneath her. With the reins in hand, she gave a tug, and they were off.
The motion was near-instantaneous. Noah barely had time to register it before the world around him became streaks of golden light.
The speed outpaced anything he had experienced- faster than thought, faster than history.
After all, it was a fucking Originus Venerant creature acting as the mount for them!
As they traveled, Noah’s mind settled. He began piecing together impressions and patterns. The structure of Living Paradoxes was not as chaotic as he had once assumed. There was discipline here, an order hidden beneath the paradox. And in the midst of it all, Moiraine stood as something unique as she held a certain identity.
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