The transition through the Bridge didn’t feel like a simple shunt through space; it felt like a violent, psychic drowning. One moment, the screaming chaos of Aetheris was tearing my eardrums apart, and the next, there was a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight. My vision smeared into a kaleidoscope of emerald and white before the world solidified with a jarring, bone-deep thud.I hit the ground hard, the impact rattling my teeth, and for several seconds, I simply couldn't breathe. When my lungs finally forced a gasp, the air that rushed in was a shock to the system. It was sharp, sweet, and heavy—thick with the scent of crushed pine needles, damp earth, and an ozone-rich purity that made my head spin. It was the kind of air that didn't just fill your lungs; it felt like it was healing them, scouring away the metallic tang of the "Silver Gene" that had flavored every breath I’d taken since birth.I lay there for a long heartbeat, my cheek pressed against something soft
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