Sylas took a seat before the sapling, his eyes focused. There was something about staring at these Spacetime Runes that made him feel at peace, and yet also made his mind feel as though it was being torn in two completely different directions at once.
The Strokes weren't as simple as any others he had ever seen, as though they weren't written in any Rune language he had ever seen before, but also the fact they morphed, changed, and wiggled about as though they didn't really have form or substance.
When the Time and Space Runes interacted with one another, it got even worse, as though they were trying to meld into something even more complex, and yet couldn't manage to do it. Like they were meant to be compatible, but weren't in the end.
It didn't make any sense.
Why would Time and Space have such a repelling effect on one another? Was it because these Runes weren't perfect?
