One month passed.
From the outside the time felt long. Stars moved through their slow arcs. Sects rose and fell in distant sectors. Reincarnators continued to awaken in unfamiliar bodies, systems flickered to life in countless hands, and the two universes Runar had once asked the Multiversal Center to enrich continued to churn under the weight of new destinies. For the wider Multiverse, one month was nothing. For those who lived inside it, one month could be enough to change entire regions. But for Runar, inside the continuous loop he had entered, it was only a single, unbroken process. There was no beginning, no middle, and no end. There was only reading, refining, and generating, repeated until the distinction between the three actions disappeared completely.
