Emma’s gaze lifted slightly from the fire, attentively locking onto Luna as she listened. There was something about the way Luna spoke... measured, intentional, as if each word carried the weight of countless stories.

  “The World Trees or you could call it Trees Of Knowledge..... They are omniversal fractals,” Luna continued, her tone steady, weaving an image with her words. “Their branches hold every possible narrative configuration, an endless sprawl of existence yered upon itself. The lower branches manifest as Infinite Greater Multiverses, each one containing countless lesser Multiverses. But as you ascend higher, the branches become something else... something less tangible.”

  Emma’s fingers subtly curled against her knee as she leaned forward, her silver-white hair catching the glow of the fire. “What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

  Luna’s expression didn’t change, but there was something in her eyes, a quiet knowing. “The upper branches do not simply contain realities. They are abstract realms, existing as shifting concepts rather than pces. They are where lower fiction feeds itself, consuming dying timelines to fuel its own growth.”

  Emma inhaled softly, digesting the words. The thought of something so vast, so endless, made her feel like a speck of ink on an immeasurable canvas. The World Trees.... each holding infinite existence within its branches. It was wonderfully confusing.

  Luna’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles. “Go on, I already know you have questions,” she prompted.

  Emma nodded, the fire’s warmth brushing against her face as she gathered her thoughts. “Well… for the Multiverse, how can we even describe it? I mean, if it's part of the lower branches of the World Trees, then just how complex is it?”

  Luna took a moment before answering, as if choosing the right words. “If we were to describe it,” she said, her voice as smooth as the night air, “it is the totality of all Universes and Timelines, existing as a hyper-dimensional manifold. Its structure is like an infinite-dimensional ttice, or better yet, imagine a sphere within a sphere, where each intersection holds a unique reality. But this ttice… it’s not still. It moves.”

  Emma’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, intrigued.

  Luna continued, her gaze distant as if she were seeing beyond what Emma could comprehend. “It vibrates. These vibrations respond to narrative conflicts, sending shockwaves through existence, birthing new universes from the ripples.”

  Emma’s lips parted slightly as she exhaled. It was… a lot. An infinite-dimensional ttice, a structure that reacts to conflict? It was like existence itself was breathing, shifting, breaking apart and reforming in ways she couldn’t yet understand even as she is still young in this world..

  A moment of silence passed before she finally spoke. “So… if the lower branches of the World Trees hold Infinite Greater Multiverses, which in turn hold Infinite Multiverses, then that means… one of those smaller Multiverses within them contains the totality of all universes and timelines that exist within its own yer?”

  Luna nodded. “That’s correct.” She then let out a quiet chuckle, shaking her head slightly. “But that doesn’t really matter to us. We only see the World Trees as just trees. If we dive deeper, we’ll see so much more, but right now, all that matters is that we exist outside it.”

  Emma sighed, her breath barely audible over the crackling fire. She hugged her knees loosely, staring into the shifting fmes. “It’s wonderfully confusing,” she murmured, a small, amused huff escaping her lips.

  Then....

  Grrrrrh!

  Emma’s entire body stiffened.

  Her stomach rumbled loud enough to break the quiet, and a slight flush crept up her pale cheeks. The unexpected noise caught her completely off guard, her expression frozen for a moment in muted discomfort.

  Luna’s ughter came soft, light, almost like the distant chime of wind against crystal. There was no mockery in it, just quiet amusement. She lifted a hand, and with a small flick of her fingers, something hovered toward them from beside the fire.

  A roasted fish, already golden brown and glistening under the silver light.

  The scent hit Emma almost instantly... rich, smoky, and subtly sweet, with a depth of fvor that made her mouth water before she even touched it. She instinctively reached out, fingers brushing against the warm surface as she took it gently from Luna’s hands. “Thank you,” she muttered, her voice ced with quiet appreciation.

  She took a bite.

  The moment it touched her tongue, her expression softened. Juicy. Succulent. Each bite melted effortlessly, releasing yers of fvor, mild sweetness, a hint of salt, and a smoky undertone that deepened with every chew. The warmth spread through her, comforting in a way that words couldn’t quite capture.

  She closed her eyes for a brief second, savoring the taste.

  “Hmm… delicious,” she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

  Luna chuckled, watching as Emma took another eager bite. There was something about seeing her enjoy the food, something endearing, a contrast to the heavy discussions of World Trees and narrative infinities. A moment of simplicity. A moment that just was.

  Emma continued eating, each bite filling her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire beside them. She didn’t notice it at first, but her previously neutral expression had softened.. lightened, just a little.

  And as she chewed, another thought flickered at the back of her mind.

  Wait.

  She paused mid-bite.

  Luna told me to try and learn water magic before nightfall… and now…

  Her gaze shifted to the sky.

  Dark. Night had already settled.

  A slow smile tugged at her lips as realization dawned.

  I actually did it.

  ****

  The st embers of the campfire pulsed in a rhythmic glow, flickering against the quiet silver-lit night. The soft breeze carried with it the lingering scent of roasted fish, mingling with the crisp coolness of the surrounding woods.

  Emma sat with her legs folded beneath her, her posture rexed but her mind alive with thought. The taste of the magical fish still lingered faintly on her tongue, a warmth that spread through her chest, but her attention had already shifted elsewhere.

  She turned to Luna, her silver-white hair catching the glow of the fire as she met her companion’s luminous gaze. "I’ve accomplished what you tasked me with before nightfall," she said, her voice calm, steady. Without hesitation, she lifted her hands, cupping them together in a gentle, practiced motion. Her fingers curled slightly, forming the shape of a small basin.

  A stillness settled in the air. Then, as if answering an unseen call, water began to form between her palms. A perfect sphere, smooth and undisturbed, reflecting the silver light around them. Emma tilted her hands, letting the cool liquid slip toward her lips. She drank slowly, savoring the freshness, before letting the rest dissipate into thin air as she lowered her hands to her sides.

  "I manifested water magic earlier this morning," she continued, studying Luna’s reaction. "So… what else do you want me to manifest?"

  Luna, who had been sitting beside her, watched in silence, her glowing white eyes unmoving. There was something unreadable in her gaze, something deep, as if she were seeing beyond the surface... beyond Emma herself.

  A long pause stretched between them before Luna finally spoke, her voice carrying an almost knowing warmth.

  "Aha… I see," she murmured, a small smile pying at her lips. "There’s been a change in your Power Manifestation ability. A very rapid… and strange change."