Heavenly | Godly | Telekinesis

The world is not bent.

It is aligned to its ordained place.

You do not impose force.

You allow it to fulfill its purpose.

Mountains rise not because you command them—

but because their place was always there, waiting.

Stones drift upward as if gravity were misapplied.

Rivers pause mid-course, in recognition.

Your will is truth—

a truth so profound the world cannot help but move to meet it.

Yours is the grasp of divine order.

In your hands, all motion becomes symmetry.

All weight becomes meaning.

All change becomes inevitability.

There is no rock you cannot lift.

No burden beyond your grasp.

Power: Heavenshaper’s Grasp