Suddenly, the vast expanse of the cosmic tree began to shimmer, its edges blurring like a dream fading at dawn.
The pulsating nodes which once sang to Chronos with tales of existence grew dimmer.
A gentle tug at his essence pulled him backward, the grand tapestry of interconnected realities compressing, folding upon themselves like the petals of a night-blooming flower greeting the dawn.
The celestial harmonies and whispers of ancient wisdom grew fainter, replaced by a distant, rhythmic pulse, as if his own heart was calling him back.
The sensation was akin to an anchor dragging him back from the boundless seas into a quiet harbor.
With each passing moment, the expanse of the higher dimension shrank, and the enormity of the cosmic tree's wisdom condensed into a single drop of understanding, a dew of clarity ready to merge back into Chronos's essence.
