In THE Wastes.
Moments before.
Noah's body here stood with the fisherman and his very good dog, Skoll, as they were looking up and down at the humanoid figure of THE Great Usurper, Eckert.
The being before them defied conventional understanding of progression!
Where others struggled and strived and fought against existence to claim greater heights, Eckert had achieved something that bordered on impossibility. He had grown through the absence of action. He had elevated through the presence of stillness.
His path was the paradox of the unmoved mover given flesh, the jest of a being who gained by refusing to grasp.
He should have been worse for wear as a Crack in Observable Existence had bloomed exactly where his weavings were covering. The corruption of THE Living Paradox had spread through that Crack, the proto-matter flooding into regions that should have been devastated by such contact. Any normal existence would have been consumed or transformed or unmade entirely.
