The new world that was waking was unlike anything Ryan had ever seen.
It appeared on the horizon of the web like a shimmering mirage—a place of pure gold light, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the beating of his heart. It was not a door, not a sanctuary, not a forgotten world. It was something else. Something that had been sleeping for eons.
"Dada, I can feel it."
Mira appeared beside him, her silver eyes fixed on the golden world. She was older now—not in years, but in presence. The weight of the web rested on her shoulders, and she carried it with grace.
"What is it?" Ryan asked.
"It's the Source's home. The place where it was born. The place where it first learned to dream."
Ryan's blood ran cold. "The Source's birthplace?"
"Yes. And no. It is the place where the Source became
