One month had passed since the solar system completed its migration.
The mind space had developed a personality.
It started as a blank, neutral dimension — no features, no history, just empty space with rules different from the physical world. Now it had texture. Scorched zones where particularly intense exchanges had burned the ground down to something unrecognizable. Areas where the terrain had been reshaped so many times by repeated impact that it had stopped trying to return to flat and simply stayed in whatever configuration the last fight had left it. Sections that certain beings had claimed as personal training grounds through the simple method of being there so consistently that everyone else had started routing around them.
