Noah sensed everything with perfect clarity.
The Dyson Singularity pulsed around him like a living drumbeat, each thrum feeding his expanding existence.
His awareness stretched across the growing towers within his Living Wheel of Existence, each one a blooming monument of intricate complexity, each drop of crimson-gray blood within him pulsing with ancient might.
The third. The fourth. The fifth.
Drops of blood that should not have been!
Yet there they were- old as the beginning, blooming from him like echoes of something that had always been waiting to be remembered.
The Towers rose steadily, an orchestra of silence and power and glorious quintessence!
Wherever Nine Pillars of Concordance stood, their Mythic Living True Signatures manifested in perfect synchronicity- halos of black gold circling behind them, wings unfurled like celestial manuscripts of creation.
