Noah hung in the gold sky before THE Aureate Firmament, and wrapped himself in what he was.
His Osmontian Source Infinity rose to shroud his body, deep cerulean closing over his skin, and his Egoic Intent of THE Quintessential Osmontian settled over that, so that he floated there as a single quiet blue figure against the vast golden dimension.
The air this high above the dying capital carried the smell of scorched bone-gold and the faint ozone and radiation of an Olympian Intent saturating the heavens, and beneath it the heat of the falling capital rose in slow waves he could feel even from here.
