The white void didn't just break; it shattered like a glass cathedral under the weight of a million screaming violins.
As I gripped the Founder’s throat, the Golden Pixel in my chest flared with a light so intense it felt like my ribs were melting into liquid starlight. The "Self-Destruct" of the Original Sarah wasn't a clean deletion—it was a chaotic, vengeful unmaking of everything the Founder had built. I felt the starlight chamber dissolve into alphanumeric slush, and then, the sensation of falling returned.
But we weren’t falling through the In-Between. We were falling through the **Layers**.
"You... arrogant... glitch!" the Founder shrieked, her form flickering between the goddess and a static-filled silhouette. She tried to claw at my face, but her hands passed through me like sm
