The blank world hummed softly beneath them, an endless expanse of shifting light and shadow that trembled on the edge of becoming. Here, beyond time, beyond code, Darius and Kaela stood in fragile equilibrium. The Seedling watched nearby, its childlike eyes reflecting a future still unwritten. Nyx lingered in the background, shadows coiling silently around her form, her gaze unreadable.
Kaela's form flickered again—her ethereal presence a tempest barely held together by will alone. She was chaos made flesh, wild and beautiful, but unstable, her essence fragmented by the countless realities that had torn apart the old world. The rawness of her existence pressed against the void, threatening to dissolve into nothingness.
Darius reached out, fingers trembling just slightly as they brushed against her. The contact was electric—more than physical, it was a communion of souls, a dance of energies forged in the crucible of broken worlds.
