She paused, her next words carrying the weight of personal experience.
"Also...the alternative is cessation. I chose that once, when THE Living Paradox came for me. I was tired of the unfairness. So I chose to stop. And now, through impossible circumstances, I exist again- diminished, fragmentary, but present. Existence's biggest joke might be that even giving up doesn't guarantee an ending. I failed...even at the act of cessation. But was not not an opportunity? Did I not come back...from a Seed, Outsider? From the most unlikely possibilities success can bloom."
BOOM!
Noah absorbed this as his traverse neared completion, reality solidifying into the familiar patterns of his Shore.
"I and all others should expect suffering..." he said.
"You should expect existence," Khor corrected. "And existence, at its core, is suffering punctuated by moments of transcendence. The suffering makes the transcendence meaningful. The transcendence makes the suffering bearable."
...!
The traverse completed, Noah standing once again in his Shore with both bodies intact.
The power of an Early Creature was gone, but the memory remained. More importantly, the understanding remained.
Looking at his status, at the complexity and purity that had seemed so impressive before but now felt insignificant, Noah understood truly.
The path ahead wasn't just difficult. It was designed to break those who walked it.
The question was whether he would break in ways that made him stronger, or in ways that made him stop.
Time would tell.
But for now, he had half a corpse to process, towers to advance, and a Principle to design.
The failures Khor promised would come. But today- this moment, he had survived.
Sometimes, that was enough!
Noah's feet touched the golden sands of the Shore with the particular weight of someone carrying impossible cargo.
His body buzzed with vibrations that suggested it might tear apart at any moment...not from exhaustion but from the sheer complexity differential between himself and what he carried within.
Deep in his existence, stored in space that shouldn't accommodate it, half the corpse of a Primordial Stone Ape pressed against the boundaries of his being. Even dead, even bisected, the creature's complexity sought escape from its inferior container. It was like trying to hold a star in a paper bag....possible through impossible means, but the paper remembered it should be burning. Barely three minutes had passed in the current era since his departure. Time's cruel arithmetic meant his hours of terror had been compressed into moments here!
Yet his return carried weight that made everyone notice.
Heidrun's ancient eyes widened as she sensed the wildness radiating from both his bodies.
Yoshinami's eight legs tensed with instinctive recognition of danger. Sigrid's Order tried to categorize what she was feeling and failed!
Moiraine paused mid-cultivation, paradoxical energies scattering as her attention fixed on him.
They all turned, all noticed, but none approached.
The aura surrounding Noah wasn't just power...it was the particular exhaustion that came from surviving something that should have killed you! It was the
weight of having tasted impossibility and finding it bitter.
They recognized it as the signal to give someone space to process what couldn't be processed in company.
Only one figure moved toward him.
Khor floated over with the grace of someone who had seen every possible form of trauma and found them all educational. Her tiny hand patted his shoulder with surprising gentleness.
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