It was not every day that a Shard of IT fell out of the sky and stopped in midair above a man’s mighty hoe, and Noah had stood in the middle of his half-planted row for a long moment afterward, staring up at the hole it had burned through the snowing clouds.
Was being connected to existence so grand now that the things he wanted simply dropped out of the sky for him? Then he had looked down at the hoe in his hand, humming quietly and a little too innocently, and he had known exactly who the culprit was.
The hoe was changing. He had felt it for a while now, a small and growing awareness inside the five pieces of IT stitched together in his hands, something that noticed things, and wanted things, and had apparently decided to go and fetch one of them on its own. He did not think about it too hard, because it seemed to mean well, and because his Shinjitsu had already reached out to the Shard and taken the thick Narrative wrapped around it and sent all of it toward his own power. If the gain was large enough to lift him a step higher, that was all the better.
|Narrative absorbed from a Shard of IT.|
|Your Shinjitsu has directed it to THE Dreaming Human Origin Tree.|
|Branch of Dreams: Level 3 to Level 4.|
|Branch of Nightmares: Level 3 to Level 4.|
|Branch of Shinjitsu: Level 3 to Level 4.|
|Branch of THE Unstriving Current: Level 3 to Level 4.|
|A new flower has bloomed on each Branch. Flowers: 4 to 8.|
|Narrative Walls built from your own Narrative: up to 4.|
|Narrative Wall 5: forming.|
|A fifth Shard of IT has joined your mighty Hoe.|
...!
He looked up at the bar above his head. It was no longer a single line of light but a thick, layered thing now, four full bars of obsidian-gold stellar light stacked one on top of another and burning steadily in the snow, with a fifth one beginning to fill on top of them, thin and pale and growing a little at a time out of his own story.
The label above it read |Narrative Wall- 5x(6%)|, and when he looked at it for long enough, he could feel each wall as a weight standing between his Dream and everything else in existence.
He kept looking at it, and the longer he looked, the more he thought about what it actually was and what would happen to it in a real fight. Something would hit him, and the walls would take the blow, and the light in them would drain away bar by bar until they were gone, and then the hand would be on his Dream again. That was the part he did not like at all.
But...
"They shouldn’t just be gone," Noah said aloud, to the snow and the sapling and the hoe, his eyes still on the bar. "If a wall breaks, it shouldn’t simply stop existing, as if I never built it at all. My Narrative is part of me, and it works the same as my Infinite Dream does, because no matter how much of it gets taken, it always comes back."
He lifted a hand toward the bar and closed it slowly into a fist. "So once a wall has been built, it stays built. If something tears it down, the wall is still there, only empty, and it fills itself back up again over time, on its own, whether I’m paying attention to it or not. That’s how it should work."
HUUM!
...!
What he wanted was very simple, when he put it plainly. If he had five walls and something powerful tore through every one of them, he would still have five walls afterward, only empty, and those five walls would slowly fill themselves back up without him having to do anything at all. He wanted his walls to heal.
His existence began to buzz. It started deep in his Dreaming Human Origin and spread outward through him, and then his Dreaming Human Origin moved, flowing across every part of his existence, searching for whatever piece of him could make a thing like that possible. It passed through his Dreams and his Nightmares and the grey place where his fire had dimmed, and then it stopped, and it brought something up into the light.
It was his Infinity. There was Dialetheic Infinity, which let a thing be two opposite things at once, and Adynatic Infinity, which let impossible things happen anyway, and Noetic Infinity, which ran through thought itself, and at the heart of all of them was the simplest idea of all, that some things never run out.
His Dreaming Human Origin held his Infinity up and focused on it, and then it reached out and connected it to two other things. The first was THE Unstriving Current, the part of him that moved with existence instead of against it and never stopped moving, and the second was his Shinjitsu, the part of him that knew what was truly his and would not let it be taken away for long. Infinity, the Current, and Shinjitsu lit up inside him one after another, three bright points of light, and lines of blue-gold and obsidian-gold ran between them until they were joined together in a single shining triangle.
|Your Infinity, THE Unstriving Current, and your Shinjitsu have been connected.|
|A new capability has been added to your Narrative Walls: THE Endless Retelling.|
|Narrative Walls that have been built will no longer disappear when they are broken. They will remain, empty, and refill on their own.|
|THE Endless Retelling has grown as a Sub-Branch of THE Dreaming Human Origin Tree.|
|Sub-Branch of THE Endless Retelling: Level 1.|
|Regeneration: one hundredth of a Narrative Wall per second.|
|Sub-Branches require far less Narrative to raise than Branches.|
...!


|The Risen Dream of THE First Gu of Destiny has actualized.|
|Lygara has awakened.|
|Immensity: Half-Unfathomable.|
|She lives within your Dream as a Risen Dream. Her full Immensity and Narrative can be reclaimed in time.|


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