Bloom!

When change came, one needed to move alongside the change and dance with it!

That was how Noah chose to exist now.

Not in defiance of the current or submission to it. Instead, he had to be in that in-between place where motion met mastery. Where understanding bred direction.

The wind across the Early Veiled Shore was soft and wide, like breath rising from the lungs of existence itself. He stood still, feeling it, letting it rustle his wild hair and settle against his bare shoulders, eyes lingering on Liora.

She still knelt where he'd left her, face furrowed in the subtle pain of rapid change. Her Tower shimmered behind her- young, beautiful, trembling beneath the weight of a newly awakened origin. She didn't speak as he approached, but the worry in her eyes said enough.