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CHAPTER 111

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The universe was a carousel of screaming colors and shattered physics. There was no up, no down, no time. Only the violent, nauseating sensation of being unraveled and spun out into the void. The connection to Kairi was gone, a phantom limb screaming in the silence of my soul. I was alone. Truly, utterly alone for the first time since… since before him.

I tumbled through a kaleidoscope of fractured realities. I saw worlds of crystal and song, worlds of molten rock and screaming fire, worlds that were nothing but mathematical concepts given form. I was a ghost at an infinite window, watching a billion stories unfold without a single one to anchor me.

Then, gravity found me.

It was a different pull than the one that had drawn us to the Wildwood. This was crude, desperate, and hungry. I was falling, not through space, but through layers of reality, drawn downward by a terrible, familiar weight.

I crashed through a ceiling of rotted wood and moldering plaster, landing in a heap on a cold,
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    The silence beyond the Wildwood wasn’t an absence. It was a presence. A thick, woolly quiet that swallowed the crunch of our boots on the grey scree and made our breathing sound obscenely loud. The air tasted flat, like water left standing too long. Kairi’s starlight-compass, cradled in his palm, was the only thing that seemed real, its needle of solidified intention pointing unerringly towards the wavering mountains.“Cheerful place,” I muttered, my voice deadened by the muffling atmosphere. “Reminds me of my uncle’s funeral. But with worse scenery.”“Your uncle’s funeral had a casket,” Lyra said from behind me, her steps light and wary. “This feels more like being inside the coffin while it’s still being built.”“Apt,” Kairi murmured, not

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    The "Argument-as-Generator" technique became our new normal. It was exhausting, exhilarating, and deeply weird. We’d walk through the still-faded village, bickering passionately about the aerodynamic properties of dandelion fluff or the moral philosophy of hedgehog migration, and watch as a trail of vibrant color and crisp sound bloomed in our wake. Children started following us, giggling at the spectacle of their protectors having a heated debate about whether clouds were primarily gaseous or sentimental.“You’re personifying cumulonimbus formations!” Kairi would exclaim, pointing skyward. “It’s a dangerous romanticism!”“And you’re reducing majestic sky-sculptures to barometric pressure!” I’d shoot back. “It’s reductive! You’re murdering wonder with a spreadsheet!”The patch of fully-restored reality around Karn’s statue remained our anchor, our recharge station. Lyra spent most of her time there, not just mourning now, but studying. She had taken to cleaning the statue with a rever

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    The healing of Maia’s wound was slow, fragile work. Silas’s “laugh-scaffold” held, a shimmering, snuffling patch of golden sound over the grey void. Each day, the dead circle shrank by a hair’s breadth, replaced by new, pink skin and the faint regrowth of silver-tipped fur. The process was exhausting for everyone—Silas had to constantly reinforce the melody, Maia slept twenty hours a day, and the rest of us tiptoed around in a state of nervous exhaustion.The silent statue of Karn in the village green was a constant, grim reminder. Lyra spent most of her time there, a silent sentinel. The initial awe and fear from the villagers had turned into a kind of morbid reverence. They started leaving small offerings at his stone paws—a fresh-baked roll, a child’s drawing of a wolf, a single wildflower. It was heartbreaking.Kairi and I moved around each other with a careful, brittle politeness. The fight by the creek had left a crack between us, and the fear of the Conductor was like ice water

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