Lukas's mind was not keeping up with the pace at which things were happening to it.
Merge all the stars. Break through the shackles.
He read it again. The words did not change, did not soften into something more modest upon closer examination, did not reveal a qualifying clause buried in the description that would have reduced the claim to something manageable. They sat in the notification window with the flat, unhurried certainty of something that had been true long before he arrived to read it and would remain true long after he finished being astonished by it.
