The evidence was everywhere once he knew where to look, in his past life, childbirth was a threshold of blood, sweat, and agonizing risk, a biological gamble where both mother and child could be lost. Here, under Mahu's silent blessing, pain was a forgotten concept. Every birth was a success, every mother remained radiant, and every infant was born into a guaranteed safety that defied the laws of biology.
The weather was never "wild." Because of Jaus, the rains arrived with the punctuality of a clock. Storms were never destructive; they were merely dramatic displays of mana that refreshed the earth. The world was perpetually hydrated, perfectly tempered, and fueled by a mana-rich atmosphere that made survival effortless.
From Crepuscular's perfectly timed sun to the orderly transitions of Kele's underworld, the cycle of life and death had been sanitized. There was no terror of the dark, and no lingering ghosts of a "bad" passing.
