The transformation was unique in ways Noah hadn't anticipated.
His Organ of Civilization, which was becoming THE Hadean Organ of Civilization, kept moving across his body in patterns that defied prediction. From his head to his heart to his limbs and all extremities, the organ traveled as if searching for its proper home. He felt like a pinball machine, the transforming organ bouncing between locations while leaving trails of multicolored warmth wherever it passed.
He had to rise up from the golden sands.
The warmth of both the Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity and THE Hadean Emergence bathed his body on all sides, two Miniature Causes working in harmony to saturate his existence with authority he'd helped create. The golden sands of the Early Veiled Shore around him had risen up and were floating like glimmers of golden stars, each grain suspended by forces responding to the transformation occurring within him.
