Noah stood before the massive golden budding tree, its presence radiating authority that made nearby reality pulse.
The tree was magnificent…its trunk appeared to be woven from compressed collaborative will, each strand representing different beings choosing to work together rather than against each other.
Its branches reached outward in patterns that suggested networks rather than hierarchies, connections rather than domination.
And from those branches, buds were forming…not individual flowers, but collective blooms where multiple potential outcomes existed simultaneously, waiting for proper cultivation to determine which would manifest into reality.
It was beautiful.
It was profound.
It was exactly the kind of thing Noah would absolutely catalog and potentially exploit for his own purposes.
Beside him, invisible to all observers except himself, RUINEDEN's holographic form materialized.
