Noah was swimming through the weavings of Infinite Undifferentiated Fate.
Golden threads stretched in every direction around his consciousness, each one a connection to something across Observable Existence, each one a potential path toward targets and conflicts and opportunities. His Countable Infinities extended his perception in sequential progressions that allowed him to feel the vast web of his influence spreading outward from this point in THE Wastes, touching territories and beings and events he had never consciously directed his attention toward.
He was looking at the next nearest thing that would be connected to him.
