Ruane wasn't like the others. He didn't live, breathe, or belong to any single world. He danced between realities, a silent observer with a mischievous glint in his eye. Universes bloomed and died around him, each a vibrant story waiting to be read.
This new one, though, pulsed with a different energy. He saw flashes: a shimmering city, a fierce battle, a child's starlit dream. It was a tangled mess, light and dark woven into a chaotic tapestry. He couldn't help but grin.
With a playful nudge, he sent a ripple through the universe. A chance meeting, a flicker of rebellion, a spark of kindness. Just a whisper, but it danced outwards, changing the melody ever so slightly. He wouldn't control their fate, just nudge them towards a brighter sunrise.
Ruane settled back, anticipation tingling. This was his favorite part - watching the story unfold, a symphony of a thousand lives playing out. He leaned in, ready to be swept away by the music.