Then the sky formed.
Above the land, a firmament unfolded, deep blue spreading outward until it covered the world entirely. Clouds gathered slowly, drifting across the heavens with unhurried grace. A sun took shape, warm and golden, hanging at the perfect height to bathe the land in gentle light. A moon followed, pale and serene, destined to rule the night.
Time itself aligned around them, establishing the rhythm of day and night without Max needing to consciously will it.
Life came next.
Forests bloomed across the plains, trees rising tall and ancient, their leaves whispering softly as wind began to move through the world. Grass spread like a living carpet, flowers blooming in countless colors along hillsides and riverbanks.
Animals emerged naturally, deer roaming the forests, birds taking to the skies, and creatures of all kinds filling the land with quiet motion. Nothing felt forced. Everything followed the logic of a medieval world shaped by nature rather than machines.
