The oneness lasted one week.
Marcus felt it in every thread of connection, every pulse of golden light, every breath of the Foundation. The doorway had been reached. The oneness had been achieved. Everything was connected. Everything was one.
But something was wrong.
It started small—a discordant note in the harmony, a shadow at the edge of the light. Marcus tried to ignore it at first, telling himself it was just the residue of the evolution, the fading echoes of what had been released. But it kept growing, spreading, infecting the connection like a disease.
Anna noticed it too. She came to the clock tower one evening, her face pale, her eyes hollow.
"The oneness is fracturing," she said. "I can feel it. The threads are pulling apart."
Marcus nodded slowly. "I know. I've been feelin
