Elsewhere in Mid Sector 100—
"...."
Beneath the looming shadow of the colossal moon that seemed to devour a quarter of the sky, Caesar sat as though carved into a scene of legend. Both his legs were propped up lazily on the balcony's stone parapet, while his hands were interlaced calmly behind his head.
His eyes remained shut, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. He swayed gently forward and backward in a rhythm that looked almost meditative, as if he were rocking himself into serenity, pushing all the weight of war momentarily aside.
His posture, unshakably relaxed, clashed with the reality that he was clad in his full military regalia, every piece polished and imposing except for the absent helmet. That detail alone lent his image an almost iconic aura, a timeless impression, as though he were not a man but a living painting—an eternal figure suspended in motion.
