Noah felt like an engine!
THE Osmontian Inscription of THE Dreaming Hour churned inside him, pressing a day into every second. His Root spun at the center of his chest, faster and faster, the mobius turning like a wheel that had finally been given a road. And through all of it, through every packed quark and every current of Provenance, the idea of Infinity was spreading. Seeping in. Soaking into his Dream until he could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
He raised his hands.
The crow roared!
It was a maddened sound, stripped of any grace it had carried before, and with it came a wave. A glacial wave of cold rolled out of its body in every direction, white and total, and everything it touched froze. Drifting islands, torn Dimensions, the white-blue sea below and the frozen air above, gigaparsecs of it in every direction, all of it locked solid in a single instant, as though this region had become a gem with the three of them sealed inside it!
