She thought she understood the line between human and creation—until the moment her own code trembled with something that felt a lot like a heartbeat. The forest was quiet in a way it had never been before—too still, too watchful, as if the world itself held its breath. Mirabel walked ahead of Cole and Triumph,her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the device they found at dawn. It pulsed faintly,like something alive… or something waking. Every few steps, she felt it again: a soft flutter beneath her skin, low near her ribs. Not fear.Not pain. Something else. She didn’t tell the others—not yet. They reached the stream that cut through the valley,glinting like liquid glass under the late-afternoon sun. Cole moved beside her, silent, but his presence wrapped around her like warm

