Leo did not fall through the red rift; he was unwritten.The violet fire of his solar fusion, the obsidian weight of his suit, and even the memories of the Mosaic-World were peeled away like layers of old paint. He arrived in the Pre-Existence—a void so absolute it made the Architects’ Throne Room look like a crowded city. There was no light, no dark, and no gravity. There was only a vast, infinite Canvas of white possibility.In the center of this nothingness sat a figure that was neither geometric nor human. It was a silhouette of shifting ink, a smudge of creative intent that held a quill made of collapsed dimensions.This was the True Designer."The stress-test is complete," the Designer spoke. The voice didn't come from a throat; it was the vibration of a thought forming in the vacuum. "121 iterations of the Vance-Thorne lineage. A million variables of pain, love, and defiance. You are the first 'Anomaly' to reach the inkwell without breaking."The Revelation of the Stress-TestL
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