Space Aura

'I see. I understand now.'

His breath steadied. His mind drifted deeper. Space was not empty. It was alive, humming with an energy that had always been there, waiting for him to notice. The more he focused, the clearer it became—a silent current threading through existence, binding everything together.

Then, he felt it.

A pulse. A rhythm. A presence both boundless and intimate.

The barrier around him didn't break—it simply ceased to be. It folded into itself, welcoming him, as if space had opened its arms to embrace him. His body tingled as something unseen yet undeniably real flowed into him, seeping into his very essence.

Space Aura.

It wasn't an element. It wasn't a force he had to bend or command. It was a state of being. A truth that had always existed within him.