(Rex’s POV) The question didn’t echo. It settled. That was the strange part. Normally, inside the Heart, words behaved like impact points. They hit something, triggered reaction, changed direction. But this question didn’t do that. It didn’t strike anything. It spread. Like ink through still water. If I am not collapsing… what am I becoming? The Heart itself seemed to pause around it, not in fear this time, but in attention so deep it almost felt like stillness had weight. Isabella didn’t answer immediately. Neither did Lyra. Neither did Astra. Even the elderly woman stayed quiet, her eyes narrowed slightly, like she was watching a new law of existence being tested in real time. Eira’s presence remained steady. Not pushing. Not retreating. Just there. Listening. For the first time, I realized something unsettling about it. It wasn’t waiting for control anymore. It was waiting for understanding. Isabella finally spoke, her voice careful but steady. “You’re not bec
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