The soft glow of the monitor cast long shadows across the lab, but Dr. Reed Richards wasn't looking at data. His gaze was fixed on the small, huddled form of his son, Franklin, asleep on a makeshift cot. A worn, faded toy clutched in the boy's hand, his unruly brown hair a mess against the pillow. Franklin murmured something in his sleep, a barely audible whisper, and for a split second, the air in the room seemed to shimmer, the very fabric of the reality around them subtly bending before snapping back into place. Reed swallowed hard, the chilling confirmation from the Entity echoing in his mind: omnipotent... across the entire limitless Omniverse. How do you protect the cosmos from a child who doesn't even know he holds its fate in his innocent, slumbering hands?