The dance continued and simply grew quieter!
Somewhere between one turn and the next, the symphony had settled into a slow old melody, and Thalia's steps had eased to match it, and the two of them moved across the stellar grass in small unhurried circles beneath a sky still budding with beginnings.
Since the Reverie asked for an art in seamless motion, the dance itself had become part of the cultivation.
Within Noah, the epiphanies had begun to arrive in streams!
Of course, they did not arrive as answers. They arrived as better questions, one unfolding out of another, each profundity opening a door that three more waited behind. And as the weight of existence came down onto quark after quark, as his attributes rose in slow increments with every hundred thousand particles remade, his thoughts kept returning to a single word that had been circling his climb recently.
Dimensionality.
