Poona pulled him through existence, and Noah felt every layer of it pass!
He did not resist the tug. They sank down through layers of reality and up through tiers of Dimensionality, past depths he had never known were stacked beneath existence, with existence peeling open around them and folding shut behind, and he catologed every one of them as they went. It was a great deal to take in!
And then they arrived, and the place they arrived in was grand.
The Existential Conduits were here, the great pillars of flowing authority he had first seen threading the void above the sundered Train. But here they did not merely rise and stretch. Here they had been bent and shaped.
Woven into structure and form, the veins of existence itself coaxed into architecture, and out of them stood grand buildings and soaring towers, whole halls and towers raised from living rivers of Infinity and Source and Loom-light, coursing bright through walls that were somehow both solid and made of pure flowing authority.
And through those Conduit-buildings, moving freely, drifting between the towers and perching on the towers, went the Conduit Lifeforms, thousands of them, the incandescent critters of the deep, at home here in a way they had not been in the wild veins of the void.
It was an ancient place, and its Dimensionality was terrifying to stand within.
Above the towers, Dimensions and Observable Existences hung in the air like stars, whole domains turning gently in the dark as though they were nothing more than lanterns strung over a courtyard.
And beyond the towers rose mountains, vast ones, and they were not mountains at all, Noah saw, but Elsedimensions grown into the shape of mountains, great masses of sealed reality climbing into the heights with Existential Conduits running through them like rivers of light threading a range of peaks.
A civilization raised in the veins of existence, older than most things Noah had ever encountered, grand beyond the grandest empires!
And over all of it, heavy and constant, fell the snow.
The cold had reached even here. Even this ancient place of terrifying Dimensionality, this domain grown from the bones of existence, lay under the falling white, the Long Night’s chill permeating the Conduit-towers and the star-hung domains and the Elsedimension mountains all alike. It fell thick as beside him Noah saw Poona shiver.
She grimaced, and waved a small hand, and a coat wove itself around her out of nothing, thick and warm, and Noah’s new eyes saw that it was filled with boundless invisible authority, layer upon layer of it.
"Ugh," Poona said, pulling the coat close. "It reaches everywhere now. Even home."
Then she brightened, and turned to him, and there was real satisfaction in her face. "But look at this. Look at you, standing here safe! I did it. I actually did it this time!"
She said it with the pleasure of someone who had needed a win and finally gotten one.
"You should understand..." she went on, walking now, leading him in among the Conduit-towers under the snow. "Some Immense Ones, the greedy ones, the hungry ones, they would rather just eat the young. A fresh Root, swallowed whole, no thought given to it. That is what those two were. That is most of them, if I am honest."
She glanced at him. "But not all. Some of them care about legacy. About what comes after. About whether the path continues once they are gone. And you have arrived at a place built by one who cared about exactly that." A small, proud smile. "This place. This whole Domain. It was founded here by her."

"This is the one responsible for all of it," she said. "For this place. For me. For every one of us who ever awoke a Root and lived long enough to grow it. Before she left existence, she built this. An Immense Legacy, raised here in the deep, to give the young a place. Somewhere those who had awakened their Existential Roots of Immensity could thrive, and grow, and become what they were meant to become, without being hunted down and devoured for the treasure they carried before they ever had the chance to walk their path." Poona looked up at the glowing figure.
"This is her Legacy. She is THE Acharya of Immensity. Lucy!"
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