The Celestial Hunger
The cultivation room drew in time with the hidden streams of mana, living in a manner few mortals ever perceived. The air itself pulsed with energy, dense and palpable, that touched skin like flowing flame, igniting nerves with a singing sense of awareness. Ancient rocks, carved deeply with runes that predated any living recollection, constructed the walls, and each line softly glowed as though the room itself sensed the pulse of life within its heart. The room seemed merely plain upon initial viewing, yet it throbbed, observed, and breathed back into those who were brave enough to sense its rhythm.
