"What is that?"
Just then, Ricky noticed something.
At the very heart of the vast inner cosmos, where all four spiritual spaces floated in silent orbit, there stood an ancient presence. It wasn't a space, nor a seed—it was something deeper. Like a shadow older than time itself, it lingered there, watching. Its gaze swept across the three great spiritual spaces with the patience of a father watching his children struggle to grow, as though its very existence was tied to their survival.
For a brief moment, Ricky's avian eyes softened. He had four spiritual spaces now, yet only one felt like his true flesh and blood—the first, the original. His bond with it was irreplaceable, and the sight stirred a deep, unspoken attachment within him.
But the warmth lasted only an instant.
