Me, Myself and I

[Conquer the Fracture of Time and Fate (4/6)]

The platform was empty. Caine sat cross-legged at its center, alone.

He was utterly still, his presence blending seamlessly with the vast emptiness around him. The only signs of life were the slow, rhythmic heaving of his chest and the faint, steady echo of his heartbeat, a quiet cadence that resonated with the serenity of the world.

His long black hair swayed gently in the breeze, each strand flowing like ink spilled into the air. His pristine white robes fluttered softly, catching the light of the stars above. That starlight painted his pale skin with a celestial glow, as though the heavens themselves had chosen him as their canvas, weaving an unspoken tapestry of beauty and grace.

On his thighs rested his spear, humming faintly, vibrating as if alive. The low sound reverberated through the space around him, like a heartbeat in harmony with his own.

The world was calm, steeped in serenity.