There was something deeper here, there always had been. Deeper than the dense strata of lives beneath his own, deeper even than Rava's power surging within him. It was the flow of blood through endless, uncountable veins. Breath ebbing and cresting in an unbounded plurality of forms. All the life of this world, focused to a bright point inside him.
And in that white-hot place, again and again, he found her. As fundamental to him as his command of the elements. No, moreso. Primal and gentle, ferocious and achingly soft. Someday, he swore, he'd find a way to tell her.