The rhythm continued.
Unbroken.
Endless.
It did not begin at any point.
It did not move toward any destination.
It simply was.
Flowing without effort.
Sustaining itself without cause.
Karna stood within it—
But no longer as someone separate from it.
No longer as someone trying to understand it from outside.
Now—
He was part of it.
Not merged forcibly.
But naturally included.
As if he had always belonged here.
His breath aligned naturally.
Inhale.
A soft rise.
A gentle expansion within the chest.
Pause.
A still point where nothing moved.
Exhale.
A quiet release, effortless and complete.
Pause again.
A silence that was not empty—but complete.
The cycle repeated.
Perfect.
Unbroken.
Unforced.
The flow of Prana within him followed the same pattern.
Not directed.
Not controlled.
But moving as if it had always known its way.
Smooth.
Steady.
Uninterrupted.
It did not rush.
It did not hesitate.
It simply continued.
