Across THE Prima Indifferentia, in regions that had no fixed location because location was a differentiated concept, storms of proto-matter raged with intensity that drew the attention of things that should not have been capable of attention.
Noah's body was carried through these erupting storms, tossed and flung across undefined space by currents of potential that seemed to have been spurred into activity everywhere he passed. The proto-matter wasn't just flowing into him anymore, it was hunting him, chasing him, drawn to something in his existence that it desperately wanted to consume or transform or undifferentiate.
And it did so with fervor.
