The village held a small festival. Lanterns floated gently, children laughed, and music played with perfect timing.
Ren Kai watched from a hill, calm. No one noticed that every element—from the alignment of lanterns to the breeze—responded to his quiet presence.
Aria whispered:
"It's like… everything exists perfectly because of him."
A sealed six-year-old child subtly orchestrates harmony: omnipotence without action.