The void around them pulsed with hesitant rhythm, like a breath held too long. The Seedling—the fragile child of endless possibility—stood quietly beside Darius, its wide eyes shimmering with both innocence and ancient knowledge. The blank world they had shaped, once a featureless sea of potential, began to stir with whispered names, faint echoes rippling through the vast silence.
Kaela's form solidified further, her chaotic essence now tempered by the soft light of dawn breaking across the horizon of this newborn reality. Her eyes, once tempestuous storms, now held steady pools of depth and clarity. Nyx, standing near the Seedling, exhaled softly, shadows receding from her countenance as clarity returned to her fractured soul.
