Noah watched the Immense One on the prayer mat, and in the next moment, it spoke!
THE THINKER AT THE END OF EXISTENCE welcomes you.|
...!
The voice rose out of the stone and the purple torches and the thin mist lingering in the corners, deep enough to rumble in Noah's ribs like a great drum struck softly. There was no cruelty in it. There was courtesy, and patience, and underneath both a distance so vast that every word seemed to fall from very far above.
The beads around its forearms shifted, click by heavy click, though its hands never moved.
|"Existence will only grow harder from here. The winter will be colder, and a great many will die in it. That is simply what existence is now, as we walk into an age that very few are ready for."|
|"In time, even the Immense will be fighting over warmth."|
The beads clicked again.
|"But set all of that aside. Tell me something. In all of existence, at this very hour, who would you say carries the hardest adversity?"|
...!
