Runar's hand dropped from the bark. His knees bent. He sat down on the rune-covered ground without thinking, legs folding beneath him, palms pressing flat against the living symbols. The warmth of the ground seeped into his hands but he barely noticed any of that.
Hmmn. It looks like that is the owner of this ruin. And it wasn't even a ruin in the first place. It was built. Deliberately. Carefully. By someone who treated an entire multiverse like a workbench.
He let the thought settle.
Looks like I will need to find more memory intents. That was incomplete. Fragmented. I got the shape of the man but not the full picture. Not the why. I am really curious about this place. Who builds something like this and then just… leaves, well i already know the answer, but just to be sure.
