No one remembers voting on it.
That is the strangest part.
There is no charter that names the risk. No ceremony where hands were raised and oaths exchanged. No moment history can point to and say, This is when they chose it.
And yet, everyone feels it.
A shared understanding settles into the bones of the world, heavy and unmistakable.
Whatever comes next—
No one is exempt.
The first time it’s spoken aloud, it happens in a room too small for certainty.
A planning hall in the Unplaced City. Windows open to let out heat and argument alike. Maps spread across tables, marked and erased until the paper has thinned.
A young coordinator, barely old enough to remember Heaven’s silence, looks up from her notes and says quietly, “If we do this… it could fail everywhere.”
No one interrupts h
