Ash led them through the heart of Astralis—a world reshaped and transformed by his inner cosmos. It hadn't literally been altered by some function but had instead adapted to the splendor of that vast inner universe.
The ground was soft marble laced with rivers of liquid starlight, flowing in gentle pulses like a living heartbeat.
Above, the sky stretched as an endless canvas of rose-pink, gold, white, and blue auroras drifting in slow, hypnotic waves, stars nestled within like captured dreams, their glow warm and close.
Around them, vast crystalline spires spiraled elegantly toward the heavens, encircling the grand palace Celeste had forged years before—its halls formed from translucent essence.
Ash walked at the center—easy, unhurried, his presence a subtle pull that naturally aligned their steps.
