Liora floated above a luminous plain where rivers, forests, and villages formed a delicate lattice. Every element was in motion, but each motion was a perspectival slice of a greater system.
She watched a bird alter its path, and the ripple changed which flowers tilted toward sunlight; a sudden gust bent trees, adjusting shadows and inclinations downstream. Liora saw that the landscape was not a static map but a living theory of potential, continuously re-enacted across scales.
She smiled, understanding the harmony of distributed readiness: each part individuated, each inclination biased, each ability horizon interwoven — a vast organism recutting its own possibilities.
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