Noah felt like he was stumbling through boundless Paradox.
Golden weavings wrapped around his existence as he moved through space that was not space, traveling across distances that should have required eons to traverse. The Paradox carried him with contradictory logic that permitted what should have been impossible, moving him somewhere while simultaneously keeping him nowhere, existing in transit while never truly being in transit at all.
Then the golden gave way to blue.
Paradox transformed into Infinity the further he went, the weavings shifting from borrowed authority to native authority as his own endless nature reasserted itself. He was no longer riding contradiction. He was riding sequence, progression, the simple forward momentum of something that extended without termination.
