Chiron walked through the grand halls of his system, his gaze lifting toward the endless chandeliers hanging above. The sheer scale of them was something to behold—stretching infinitely, each one a representation of faith, each crystal a symbol of devotion.
He had seen them before, but now there was something different. The fruits had begun to grow.
Some chandeliers bore small, budding crystals, still green and fragile. Others had reached a vibrant yellow, on the verge of ripening. And a select few—those fueled by the most fervent faith—had already begun to deepen into shades of red.
Chiron let out a soft chuckle. This was his faith farm, and soon, it would be time for harvest.
With a final glance, he stepped out of the system, his consciousness returning to reality.
As he opened his eyes, he spoke calmly. "D3."
