Days had passed in the infinite perceptive moment.
Noah hadn’t come across any viable solution for grasping THE Silurian Light through traditional means, but he’d obtained a great deal of information from Naldine across those stretched spans. She’d explained the intricacies of THE Wyld, the nature of THE Deliverance and others like him, the factions that divided Primordial Architects into camps that had been warring since before most current beings learned to crawl.
She’d demonstrated the Modus Operandi of three different Pulses until he could recite the verbal components from memory even if he couldn’t perceive what they were meant to touch.
She wasn’t so bad after having talked to her for so long.
He’d even gotten her to agree to simply experiment with his Infinity if and when the ordeal of Grimvault was passed successfully. She’d been reluctant, citing concerns about THE Gamaidjan enveloping her existence, but curiosity had eventually won out over caution. Primordial Architects were, at their core, beings who pursued advancement above safety.
At this time, Noah was thinking about Temporal Traversal.
Just how far back could he take it? He’d played with time before, had bent its rules in ways that should have been impossible for someone of his classification. Could he take it far enough to witness THE First Cause that birthed their Observable Existence? If he could perceive that moment of ignition, that instant when nothing became something, maybe then he could pull a Pulse from it directly.
Touch the source, perceive everything it created.
But as he was thinking this, Naldine’s voice drifted across the perception-space.
She sat on a cloud of blue gold light, her form settled into meditation posture despite the fact that cultivation was impossible within expanded perception. Her singularity-dotted eyes remained closed as she spoke.
"Your life is an astonishingly short one in the grand scheme of things."
Her voice held no mockery, only statement of fact.
"I want to say that based on your origins, a normal human female with no authority caused your emergence, yes? Look at you now."
She opened her eyes, those blue dots floating within pure white regarding him with something like academic interest.
"You are a case study in existence. Some would benefit from understanding your lowly emergence, your lowly Cause."
Noah was listening faintly, his mind still churning through possibilities involving Temporal Traversal and First Causes and methodologies that might bypass traditional requirements. He was just about to nod in absent acknowledgment when he blinked.
HUUM!
His existence began to buzz!
Then he rose up straight and looked at her.
"What did you just say?"
Naldine blinked as if she hadn’t said anything of significance.
"I was just talking about your emergence. How it can be considered a lowly Cause that others can benefit fro-"
HUUM!
The perception-space began to buzz.
Noah’s eyes shone brightly, golden light bleeding from them in configurations that pressed against the stretched moment itself. Something was happening within his awareness, connections forming between concepts that had seemed unrelated moments before!
Then he laughed.
The sound boomed across the perception-space with genuine delight, the kind of laughter that emerged from sudden understanding!
"A Pulse of The Scales emerges from witnessing a Cause and pulling its power."
His voice rang out as he began pacing through the air, Observable force condensing beneath his feet with each step.
"A Cause is grand because of what it gives way to. A Cause gives way to Observable Existence!"
"And yet, my very emergence was a Cause! My birth was a Cause, and with it, it led to me, it led to Infinity, it led to..."
"A Seed of Observable Existence!"
BOOM!
"From me alone, even though I haven’t yet allowed for the blooming of Observable Existence, I have aided in the forging of a Seed! My emergence... isn’t lowly at all!"
"My emergence is grand!"

"What determines the grandeur of a Cause?"
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