The Luminous Pulse ​At the highest peak of the Silent Range stood the Astra-Veda, a tree whose bark was spun from starlight and whose leaves were translucent veins of pure nebula. It was not merely a plant; it was a cosmic barometer. Its roots didn't just dig into the soil—they threaded through the fabric of space-time, tethering the heart of the world to the rhythm of the stars.​The elders spoke of a time when the Astra-Veda lit the night sky like a second moon. In those days, a simple act of sharing bread would cause a leaf to pulse deep indigo.