Noah had eaten a lot of things across his life.
Some good, some bad, some tantalizing beyond description.
Some things he ate on a regular basis as he never stopped. He had consumed Absolute Everythings and Weavings of collapsed entities and treasures that entire civilizations would have gone to war over.
The Spark Fragment of THE First Cause instantly shot up to the number one spot of things he would love to be eating every day.
As ludicrous as it was to mention it, the sensation flooding through his existence made everything else he had ever consumed feel like pale imitations of what food should actually be. Every aspect of his being was amplified, every fiber of his foundations singing with pleasure.
He imagined this was the type of high that drug addicts felt, the kind that kept them going back even if they were destroying their lives in the process!
Because damn.
The things he would do for this sensation.
