The Dyson Singularity spun slowly around them, golden arcs bending across a cradle of folded infinities.
Noah floated in the eye of it all, his body wrapped in the silence of a Paradox that did not tremble. The folds were thick here, densely interlaced strands of Living Paradoxical Authority forming rivers and constellations, weaving through space like ancient veins of light.
Yet even in this grandeur, it was her, Moiraine, who took his attention.
She lay against him, head pressed to his chest, her body weightless but warm as her wings of white-gold light folded behind her. Her eyes remained closed, not from slumber, but to feel. To feel what he was as the scent and grandeur of an Early Creature was truly intoxicating to a Living Existence!
She didn't ask exactly why as she continued to feel her existence increase in complexity, and Noah drew in extremely pure Living Paradoxical Authority from her body that was akin to an endless sea.
