Complexity.
Every entity sought it, and Noah was no different.
His weavings spread out across this True Frequency of the Singed as he sought to understand everything- even as he talked to this Remnant Weaving of the Origin Singed.
The being seemed entirely carefree, carrying the air of mysteries that Noah didn't like too much- the air of those beings who acted like they had everything under control, or that because of the power they were connected to, everything would be okay.
When in fact, things were not okay.
And if the Origin Singed had a Remnant Weaving sitting in the True Frequency of the Singed, he could have moved to do something regarding Bob, right?
So he looked towards him and the silver-white wheel they sat on, as well as the many other profound structures in this space buzzing with plasma and heat, as he asked:
