Absolute Fictional Transcendence!
The True Sources supporting it had been evolving tremendously, growing alongside him as now, paired with the dreadful purity of his Early Creature distinction, he could feel them begin to reach into weavings previously beyond reach.
His perception widened.
A new window bloomed.
He was being mentioned. His weavings were stirring the outside- beyond the Dyson Singularity.
He exhaled slowly, his face buried in Moiraine's fragrant visage. His hands stilled for only a breath. And as he held this Paradoxical being whose breath buzzed under his touch, he let his thoughts cast outward.
'Let them whisper. Let them speak my name. I will listen.'
Even as his fingers tightened once more at the edge of her Paradoxical robes.
Even as he drank in more of her impossible authority.
He could explore such power, and simultaneously… listen to what existence had begun to say about him.
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