Brittany POV
The Universal Architect doesn't arrive it simply exists, and suddenly I realize it has always been here, watching every moment of cosmic evolution like a scientist studying bacteria under a microscope. The entity that designed reality itself stands before us, and the disappointment radiating from it feels like the heat death of stars.
"You were an experiment," it says, its voice carrying the weight of thirteen billion years of cosmic disappointment. All of you.
Every form of consciousness, every awakened world, every stellar intelligence variable in a universal equation designed to solve the problem of suffering.
Tyler's hand finds mine, but when our fingers interlock, something's wrong. The mating bond that's anchored us through every cosmic crisis feels different, muted
