They couldn't see him in his current state…he existed in narrative space now, observing from outside the story even while being part of it!
So for now…it was time.
Time for the glorious first usage of Constellation's Dream!
HUUM!
Platinum-colored authority erupted around his ethereal stellar visage, each mote of light a potential story, a possible intervention.
The power didn't feel foreign or difficult to control…it felt like finally remembering how to breathe after holding his breath for a lifetime.
He closed eyes that existed in more dimensions than should be countable, and he began to dream himself into reality.
The process was neither violent nor gentle…it simply was, like deciding to exist in a specific location and having reality acknowledge the decision!
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