The floor beneath him developed new marks—concentric circles and faint orbital paths burned into the stone by residual energy. The reverse-repair function activated again and again, only to fail as long as the phenomena continued. The air itself carried a low, harmonic hum that was not sound but pressure against the skin, a quiet vibration that settled into the bones.
Ash did not notice any of it.
His attention remained inside the art.
He watched the principle of planetary formation unfold across multiple parallel streams. Mass was not simply imagined; it was constructed through layered declarations of density, composition, and gravitational pull. Atmosphere required deliberate decisions about pressure, composition, and temperature gradients. Magnetic fields demanded an understanding of rotating cores and charged particles. Every detail had to be held simultaneously and kept consistent, or the visualization collapsed into useless haze.
