Winnie’s POVThe sterile light of the High Chorus felt heavy, like an ocean of freezing water pressing down on my shoulders. I stepped past Silas, moving to the very center of the amphitheater. “I am here,” I said, my voice echoing through the endless white chamber.“You are the Weaver,” the central pillar resonated. “You contain the frequencies of the North, South, East, and West. Such a concentration of elemental energy within a fragile biological container should have resulted in immediate cellular disintegration. Yet, you persist. Explain this anomaly.”“I persist because I am not a container,” I answered, keeping my gaze fixed on the blinding pillars. “I am a bridge.”“A bridge connects two points,” the third pillar challenged. “Your species is fractured. Even now, your minds are flooded with conflicting emotions. You claim to have united the world, but your internal state is a storm of chaos. Why should we allow this storm to spread to the stars?”They were trying to use
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