The first light of morning stretched across the world, brushing kingdoms, forests, and oceans in soft gold. Birds sang, rivers rippled, and cities stirred with quiet life. Nothing seemed extraordinary—yet everything was aligned in perfect harmony.
Ren Kai sat under a tree, the six-year-old child of a normal village. His tiny hands played with fallen leaves. His luminous eyes, calm and round, held the weight of infinite realities—but his expression was purely innocent.
No one noticed how the light bent slightly around him, or how shadows avoided him as if paying respect. No one realized the world itself had paused yesterday, reshaped subtly by a sealed child who did not intervene, did not speak, and yet guaranteed that nothing would go wrong.
Aria walked up quietly, carrying a basket of fruit. She paused beside him, smiling.
"Ren Kai… the world is peaceful again," she said softly.
He looked at her, and for a moment, the faintest shimmer of recognition passed across his Lumen-White eyes. A soft nod.
Villagers went about their lives, unaware of the invisible balance. Trees leaned in perfect harmony with the wind. Rivers found the most gentle path. Animals grazed without fear. Even the sky seemed to hum a quiet song.
Ren Kai's presence was still. Sealed. Innocent. A six-year-old child. And yet, at every corner of existence, his calm suffused reality itself.