Time lost its meaning as I sat upon the drifting asteroid, my awareness immersed in the intricate weave of laws surrounding Abor.
The illusion field created by Hollow Star was far more than a simple concealment technique. It was layered and elegant in a way that revealed a level of mastery I had not yet encountered. The more I studied it, the clearer it became that the so-called illusion was not merely hiding reality, it was rewriting how reality was perceived.
I let my Right to Insight expand fully.
Sealing laws formed the foundation, anchoring the structure across the asteroid belt. Space laws bent perception paths, redirecting any form of detection away from the planet. But the third component, the one that held everything together was something far more subtle.
Dream.
It did not impose itself like other laws. It flowed.
