The Unanswered Question
The question had no voice, but it echoed. It had slipped through the folds of reality not as a being or a fragment, but as a ripple in the fabric of existence itself. A disturbance that had no source and no destination. It simply was. And it asked. Not in words. In the spaces between thoughts. In the moments before sleep. In the pause between heartbeats. Why? --- Lyra woke at 3 AM with the question burning in her mind. Not her own thought. Someone else's. Something else's. She sat up, breathing hard. Beside her, Solace stirred. "What is it?" "There's something wrong. In my head. A question that isn't mine." "A question?" " 'Why.' Just 'why.' Over and over." Solace sat up. "The Watcher?" "No. This feels different. Newer. More... lost." --- They gathered in the war room. Cha
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