The rejoining of the Eye brought a new depth to the oneness.
Marcus felt it in the days that followed—a completeness to the connection, a fullness that hadn't been there before. The Origin was whole. The Eye was part of it. The oneness was truly complete.
But there was something else. Something that troubled Marcus deeply.
It started with the threads themselves. They were different now—more intricate, more complex, as though the rejoining of the Eye had unlocked something that had been dormant. Patterns were forming in the golden light, patterns that seemed almost purposeful, almost intentional.
Anna noticed it too. She arrived at the clock tower one evening, her face pale, her eyes searching.
"Marcus, the threads are changing. I can see patterns in them. Patterns that weren't there b
