THE REWRITING
The moment Lykos and Aria stepped into the heart of the northern node, the world unraveled.
There was no explosion. No thunder. No dramatic collapse of sky or stone.
Instead, reality folded.
The forest vanished—not torn away, but peeled back like a veil. Color drained into silver and black, sound dissolved into vibration, and time itself seemed to stretch thin, trembling like a strained thread.
Aria gasped as the ground disappeared beneath her feet.
Lykos’s grip tightened instantly, iron-strong, instinctive. “I’ve got you.”
But even as he said it, he felt the truth shift.
For the first time in his existence, his certainty wavered.
They were suspended in a vast, boundless expanse—a living lattice of light and shadow, crisscrossed by flowing currents of memory, instinc
