The current carried them onward, and the landscape of the dream began to shift.
What had been abstract concepts began to take on form, coalescing into islands of thought in the river of intention.
Each island was a memory, a question, or a half-formed dream of Kairos, solidified into a temporary reality.
They did not stop to explore them, but they felt the texture of each one as they passed, a fleeting impression of a universe learning to know itself.