Ascendance did not begin with movement.
It began with stillness so complete that even time seemed to bow before it.
In the age of Communion, all things had remembered their unity.
In the age of Ascendance, they would remember their origin.
For ages uncounted, life had looked outward—to stars, to gods, to truths reflected across the endless sky. But now, the gaze turned inward, and the infinite that had once been sought in the heavens revealed itself within every living spark. The cosmos, vast and radiant, began to fold upon itself—not collapsing, but awakening.
Worlds shimmered with a subtle luminescence, as though reality itself had become aware of its own breathing. Beings no longer spoke of the Infinite as a mystery beyond comprehension, for they had come to feel Him—as the pulse within their essence, as the echo in every act of creation. The line between creator and creation, observer and observed, began to dissolve.
