The mindscape was profound.
Layered, recursive, and vast in a way that should not have been possible for someone who had only recently returned from mortal suppression, Runar's consciousness stretched outward in every direction like an endless architecture of living thought. Golden-white structures formed the foundation of that world, some still forming, others already solid and complex enough to resemble the work of a master architect. Runes drifted through the air like stars, each one carrying a fragment of law that Runar had comprehended during his enlightenment. Spatial folds connected distant regions of the mindscape without visible pathways. Time moved differently in certain areas, slowing near stable structures and looping faintly around others. Elemental concepts flickered at the edges of perception, not as techniques, but as truths that had been welcomed into the foundation of his soul.
