Autumn did not answer immediately.Because in a world no longer forced to resolve, the weight of an answer was no longer in its correctness—But in what it created next.The child did not repeat the question. It simply watched, its gaze steady, unpressured. There was no urgency in it, no expectation that an answer must come. That, more than anything, unsettled Autumn.There was no demand.Only space.Around them, the world continued—not toward anything, not away from anything, but through itself. Wolves argued, then paused, then resumed, not because the conflict had changed, but because their relationship to it had. Some walked away from disputes unfinished. Others stayed, circling the same disagreements, refining them instead of ending them.Nothing collapsed.Nothing concluded.Everything persisted.Autumn finally spoke.“Because it matters.”The words landed without force. They did not ripple outward or bend reality. They simply existed—another contribution to a world that no long
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