The journey from the Transparent Shard to the Indigo Shard used to be a matter of navigating fixed coordinates. Now, with the "Bleeding" of the Primal Reality, it was like sailing a ship through a dream that was slowly waking up. The sky was no longer a static indigo; it shifted between the deep velvet of ink and the shimmering translucence of a soap bubble.
Onboard The Echo of Wood, Han sat with the leader of the Fractal Reach travelers, a being who went by the name Vahn. Vahn’s body, made of shifting geometric light, hummed in a minor key.
"The resonance of this sector is discordant," Vahn observed, his hand hovering over a "Lightning Book"—a containment vessel for raw mathematical energy. "It’s as if the air itself is trying to recite a poem it has forgotten the ending to."
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