Those words hit reality like a celestial executioners knife. Silence followed. A quietness total enough that reality itself feared moving at all. The Observers colossal eye remained fixed on Luna. Watching. Waiting. Judging. The blackness around it spread over the shattered bits of creation, eating stars, timelines, and chances just the same. Not destroying them. Examining them. Much like a researcher analyzing a study which has arrived at its ultimate phase. Luna felt the pressure of that look pushing hard on her spirit. Every secret. Every fear. Every choice. Exposed. Nothing hidden. Nothing protected. Nothing safe. And somewhere very deep within her, a horrible truth came out. The Observer wasnt asking for proof. It was demanding it. The Architect stepped forward. Its voice echoed throu
