Boundless Breath

That faint glimmer in the Realm of the Unnamed was like a speck of dust that had slept for hundreds of millions of years, drifting lightly at the edge of the Omni-Dimensional Symbiotic Net. It had no form, no consciousness, and could not even be counted as true life, yet it carried the most primordial possibilities of The Void—everything had yet to begin, and everything could become.

Boruto backed the Starship another thousand meters away, even softening his breathing. The Jōgan drew in all its light, resonating with it only through the subtlest rhythm, the twelve faint chimes turning into nearly invisible ripples that spread in circles toward that gray-white expanse. Sarada stood at his side, her Eternal Mangekyo turning into a pale purple mist that gently wrapped the surrounding space, isolating it from every unnecessary disturbance. Mitsuki stood with his eyes closed at the center of the Starship, the Gap Net extending like tens of thousands of slender threads of light toward the faint glimmer, cautious and careful, not touching, not intruding, only quietly waiting.

"It's not that it doesn't understand connection," Mitsuki said softly, his voice as light as wind brushing over petals. "It's that it has yet to possess a form of existence. The Realm of Primordial Birth has Life Origin, the Water-Drop Beings have solitary consciousness, but it... hasn't even defined 'who am I' yet."

Sarada nodded slightly, her violet-gold gaze falling on that faint glimmer. "What we did before was awakening, Inclusion, guidance. But to it, any external force is interference. What it needs isn't help, but time, time for it to complete the first step from 'nothing' to 'something' on its own."

Boruto pressed his palm lightly against the Starship's rail. The warmth of the Stone of Common Origin spread along the hull, conveying