Noah's existence was stretched across many places at once, and one of them was a dream.
It was Emotive's dream!
He had visited a great many dreams since he built the Dream Engine. Adelaide's snowbound capital. The Emperor Penguin's army of robots wearing his face. Each one had been a window into what a person wanted most, rendered in whatever shape their heart could hold.
Emotive's was different.
He arrived floating in a vast, shining expanse that took him a moment to recognize. It was THE Earliest Folds. Or rather, it was Emotive's memory of them, reimagined and polished and made grander than they had ever truly been, the old strange spaces of his long-lost Observable Existences rebuilt in a dreamer's hands.
Massive structures of THE Loom rose everywere through it, the great woven works that Emotive and THE Living Paradox had once built together.
