Noah looked at himself with every single sight. He turned his whole perception inward and looked at what he had become, standing in the frozen dark of the Basal Floor among the corpses of nine Guards, his existence and his Root one thing now, buzzing with a power so total that the snow still hung motionless in the air around him.
And at the very top of it, where the door should have been, there was nothing!
He looked at that nothing for a long time.
If a being could not become Immense, then that was the end of the road. Wasn't it? That was what everyone believed. Every Provenance Lifeform, every Progeny on evry golden cloud, every Immense One on every throne. Immensity was the formula. It was the shape existence had given to growth itself, the one direction every climbing thing had always climbed. And existence had just closed it.
So that was it, then. The ceiling. The end!
But...
Was it?!
He turned the thought over again, slowly, and looked at it from the other side.
