Begin!
The moment the word passed his lips, his Living Wheel of Existence stirred.
Not lightly.
Not subtly.
Gloriously.
Quintessentially!
It hummed like the rumbling heart of an old world, and from its luminous core, black gold light surged.
The Lattices of Paradox, each one drawn from the deep structure of reality and existence, rose upward like threads called home.
One by one, they aligned.
Then…
HUUM!
A colossal pillar of black gold Paradox sprang up, etched with woven complexities and radiant strings of meaning.
A Pillar…of Concordance!
HUUM!
Another.
Then another!
The rhythm was ancient. Slow. Methodical. Like watching mountains rise from bedrock. Like watching the first ever singularity bloom.
Each pillar pulsed with weight. Each one demanded structure to remain upright.
Noah breathed slowly.
The pillars were grand.
But raising them was a heavy task as they needed support!
