Ren Kai opened his eyes.
A wooden ceiling. Sunlight spilling through a small window. The faint chirping of birds. Everything seemed ordinary.
And yet… it wasn't.
At six years old, he looked like any other child: soft prism-gray hair, ethereal ripple cut, lumen-white eyes, pale golden skin. Innocent. Fragile.clothes A simple, soft cotton shirt — childlike and modest, fitting the human projection, often in neutral or pastel colors to match his innocent appearance.
But even in this tiny human shell, the universe trembled. Every breath, every blink sent subtle ripples across dimensions unseen.
Behind him, invisible to any mortal eye, his true form loomed. A colossal silhouette shaped from absence itself, threads of pure existence constantly shifting, fractal rings rotating impossibly. Infinite wings of nebulae extended behind him. Even hidden, the cosmos obeyed him.
Ren Kai stood, small feet touching the floor, yet his presence carried weight no one could measure. Shadows in the room bent inward, colors shifted, sound softened—just slightly, but enough that the universe itself seemed to acknowledge him.
"Another world… another life," he whispered. His voice was soft, human—but it carried the weight of infinity.
For the first time, Ren Kai would live among beings who could never truly understand him. And yet, even as a child, he could feel the strands of reality bend to his will, silently, subtly, without revealing the true extent of his power.
The new world was quiet, but it had already noticed.
Ren Kai had been reborn.
And the balance of everything was about to change.
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