The domain was quiet.
Higher reality substance flowed gently around the edges of the space Runar had shaped, carrying with it the faint warmth of the cluster below. The substance did not press here. It did not weigh. It simply moved, like a slow river passing around stones that had been there long enough to become part of the landscape.
Below them, the chosen cluster of Multiverses glowed with countless living stories. Civilizations rose and fell. Systems awakened. Destinies tangled and untangled. From this height, everything moved slowly and clearly, the way a forest looks when you stand above it and watch the seasons change.
