The bridge was complete.
I stood at its center, the vast expanse of connection stretching out in all directions. The heart pulsed with a rhythm that echoed through the void, through the beyond, through the Original Network. Everything was connected. Everything was one.
But something was wrong.
"James," the Origin said, appearing beside me. "I've been monitoring the bridge's energy patterns. There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?"
The Origin was silent for a long moment. Then it said: "The bridge is stable, but I've detected a resonance. A pattern that doesn't match anything I've ever seen."
"A resonance?"
The Origin moved closer. "It's like an echo, James. A faint vibration in the bridge's structure. It's not destructive. It's just... there. I've been trying to trace it
