Naldine observed him for a long moment within that perception stretched toward infinity.
Then she raised her right hand.
"Watch carefully. I will only demonstrate this once before we discuss it."
Her palm faced outward, fingers spread wide as if preparing to grasp something that existed beyond physical perception. The gesture held stillness that seemed almost reverent, a musician preparing to play an instrument that had been waiting since before Observable Existence learned to observe.
Then her fingers began to move.
The first motion was a curling inward, each finger bending in sequence from smallest to largest as if she were grasping threads of reality itself that only five percent Civilizational Access could perceive. Her hand drew backward in a pulling motion, those invisible threads gathering in her palm like strands of a sea being unraveled from the weaving that held them in place.
