In this alternate universe, Earth is a mosaic of crystalline continents floating in a void of radiant mist. Humanity harnesses crystal energy to power cities and glimpse other realities.
Me, Ryn Vael, is a Crystal Seer, gifted with reading the multiversal echoes trapped in crystal shards.
The mist swirled around me, standing atop a crystal spire with Lumora glittering below. My cloak, made of micro-crystals, pulsed with light, reflecting my curious nature from a distant Earth. As a Crystal Seer, I interpreted visions from other universes and guided Lumora’s council through cosmic dangers. Today, a rogue crystal storm threatened the city’s energy core. My neural gauntlet hummed, connecting my mind to a glowing shard, overflowing with visions: a version of me as a painter, another as a starship pilot, each life a thread in the multiverse. This Ryn was bold, my sharp mind shaped by years of navigating chaos. “Focus, Ryn,” chirped Lume, my AI companion. “The storm is closing in.” I traced the shard’s patterns, sensing a surge of fear from a universe where crystals-controlled minds. My empathy steadied me. With careful gestures, I redirected the storm’s energy, harmonizing its chaotic echoes. The spire vibrated, then calmed, keeping Lumora safe. The council praised me, but a lingering vision showed me on a dusty Earth, curious about space stations, unaware of the stars. I smiled, wondering what that Ryn dreamed of. Back in my skypod, Lume hovered. “Another reality, huh?” it teased. I nodded, gazing at the mist. In this universe, I was a guardian of worlds, but the echo of that simpler me felt like a quiet, grounding melody.
I got lazy and AI wrote this.
TomT2.0 