The Silence stirred.
I felt it in the depths of the prison, a faint tremor that rippled through the walls of the Beyond. It was subtle, barely perceptible—but it was there. The Silence was testing its bonds, probing for weaknesses.
"James," the Origin said, appearing beside me. "I felt it too. The Silence is growing restless."
I nodded slowly. "I know. The prison is weakening."
The Origin's energy flickered with unease. "I've been monitoring the prison's structure. There are fractures forming. Small ones, but they're spreading."
"Can we repair them?"
The Origin shook its head. "Not from the outside. The prison is woven into the Beyond's structure. To repair it, someone needs to go inside."
"Inside?" I stared at the Origin. "Inside the prison?"
The Origin nodded. "Inside the Silence
