After an entire day—
Stillness
"....."
The vast throne hall was silent, save for the faint hum of its living ceiling. Robin leaned back in his chair, head tilted upward, his golden eyes fixed on the grand dome above. The ceiling was not made of stone, nor glass, nor any earthly material—it was alive, an ever-shifting canvas where entire wars played out, beginning and ending in mere instants.
Legendary beasts clashed with claws and fangs, ancient titans hurled mountains as weapons, and celestial maidens danced in spirals of divine light. It was a vision of eternity condensed into a stage above his head.
Yet Robin saw none of it. His eyes were open, his gaze unwavering, yet the images failed to reach his mind. He didn't allow them to. He closed the gate of perception, refusing to let the splendor distract him. His thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by something far more urgent, far more personal.
