The sealed pocket dimension remained exactly as he had left it.
Warm light drifted from the slow-moving auroras overhead, spreading in soft bands of silver, violet, and pale gold across the artificial sky. The cloud-silk bed rested quietly at the center of the inner sanctum, and the living spiritual grass around it swayed without wind, carrying the kind of cultivated stillness that only Runar's authority could maintain. Every part of the dimension had been reinforced, layered, and hidden behind protections so thorough that even beings who stood at the peak of the Multiverse would struggle to detect it, let alone enter without permission.
Inside that carefully reinforced space, Celestia and Nyla sat in deep cultivation.
