The integration of the echoes brought a new depth to the oneness.
Marcus felt it in the days that followed—a richness to the connection, a fullness that hadn't been there before. The echoes had found their purpose, their place in the bridge, their home in the oneness. The threads pulsed with renewed energy, stronger than ever, more vibrant, more alive.
But there was something else. Something that troubled Marcus deeply.
The echoes had brought memories with them. Not just their own, but fragments of memories from the Foundation's past. Images of the creators, of the formation of the bridge, of the sacrifices that had been made. They floated through the connection like fallen leaves, beautiful and sad.
Anna noticed it too. She came to the clock tower one evening, her face pale, her eyes
