Far above the swirling wonder of the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, within the confines of the Gold Schrödinger's Expanse, Noah sat in quiet calculation on a vessel.
His gaze swept over the skyspace, where radiant clusters of Wheels of Existence hovered like ancient glory brought close. Each one pulsed with multicolored light, forming a great ring around the Goldfolds. From their slow, solemn spin came light and waves of Paradox more refined than anything he had seen before.
That light was not scattered but focused. Threads of paradoxical brilliance coalesced in the heart of the sphere around them, directed inward toward a citadel unlike any other. It did not rise from stone or starlight, but from the backbones of Wheels of Existence, its body a towering structure of pulsing gold veins and etched runes.
The light from the Wheels above poured into it, flowing like rivers into a sacred basin.
