The collapse of the Achromatic Zone didn't happen in silence. It was a cosmic rupture that sent a Linguistic Shockwave across the multiverse. In an instant, every sentient being felt a "Correction" in their soul. The cold, mechanical pressure of The Script was gone, but in its place was a vacuum—a terrifying, wide-open space where the "Default Settings" of the universe had been deleted.
On the bridge of The Memory of Water, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of ozone and the soft, rhythmic breathing of a child.
The boy, whom Version 0.1 identified as Han, sat on a pilot’s chair that was far too large for him. He was wrapped in a thermal blanket, clutching a cup of synth-tea as if it were a holy relic. He didn't look like the source of all reality; he looked like a boy who had missed
