Parker stepped into the room, and the very fabric of existence seemed to exhale in recognition. The crystalline formations didn't just resonate—they sang hymns of acknowledgment that had been written before the first star ignited.
Reality itself bent not in submission, but in greeting, like a faithful servant welcoming home its rightful master.
The power display was subtle yet absolute. Parker didn't need to flex cosmic muscles or unleash devastating energy—his mere presence was statement enough.
The air around him shimmered with potential that made the room's impossible architecture seem mundane by comparison.
Shadows deepened where they shouldn't, light bent at angles that defied physics, and for just a moment, every atom in the space vibrated in perfect harmony with something far greater than themselves.
