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.
