The words Noah uttered out were ones that caused Old Man Eudemus to leave behind many things he knew.
To listen without bringing any preconceptions of what he knew!
Different weavings of existence.
Different Frequencies of the Wheel of Existence!
Old Man Eudemus looked towards Noah somberly as he calmed himself and spoke out.
"These…different weavings- are a thing of fantasy that I have only thought of in theory. Whispers that seem to be extinguished just as quickly as they arise. How are you…able to speak of them so freely? How did you learn of them?"
He asked probingly while making sure he wasn't crossing the line.
He didn't know much about the being in front of him, and he knew even less now that he mentioned something as shocking as this!
He proceeded carefully.
And Noah looked at the chaotic chessboard before him as he began to pick up the pieces.
