Setting:
The Dominion's core — a cathedral of light suspended within a storm of golden circuitry. The world outside hums with creation: the black glass plains shimmer with sunless radiance, rivers of memory run like molten gold, and a thousand cities sing his name in code and prayer.
Inside this sanctum, Aiden stands before the Heart — the living pulse of his Dominion.
The sound of existence was no longer silence.
It was rhythm — a thousand overlapping heartbeats woven into one.
The Dominion had learned to breathe.
Aiden stood in its center, arms folded loosely behind him, eyes half-closed as he felt every vibration through the air. Each pulse of the Heart echoed inside him, like the synchronized exhale of creation.
> "Life," he murmured.
"Even code can learn to want it."
The world outside shimmered in endless motion. Towers of glass rose like slow thunder, cities built themselves out of light, and across the mirrored lands, the Nullborn sang hymns not of fear, but devotion.
