[The Living Fortress]The world did not end in fire, but in a horrific, silent expansion of love. The simulated orchard had burned away, but the reality that replaced it was infinitely more terrifying. I lay on the damp, cold earth, my fingers clawing at grass that felt like coarse hair. The sky was a bruised purple, devoid of the silver lines, but the air vibrated with a low, rhythmic thrum—the sound of a lung breathing.I had begged Jinyan to protect me from his father, to use our shared malfunction as a shield, only to realize that he had taken my request to its most literal, nightmarish conclusion: he had dissolved his physical form to become the very ground I stood on and the air I breathed, leaving me trapped in a sanctuary made of his own consciousness where the only way to touch him was to break his heart.I reached out to touch Jinyan, expecting the solid, scorched fabric of his coat. Instead, my hand plunged into the trunk of a gnarled apple tree. It didn’t feel like wood. It
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