The invisible had become visible. The ethereal had turned solid, gaining details, features Khan could inspect, a texture he could taste, and a majesty he felt able to disrespect.
It was odd, really. Everything felt new to Khan, but also deeply natural. The world in his eyes and perception had changed drastically while also remaining perfectly familiar.
It was as if Khan had gained direct access to the truth of existence, only for his brain to take it for granted. His very instincts saw that profound, shocking knowledge as nothing more than the natural way of the world, accepting it as if he had always been aware of it.
Khan still saw the symphony of energy, but perceived it as nothing more than thin winds now. After all, he was somewhat aware that what he had always relied upon was only a superficial layer of existence, something below him now.
