The creator lasted exactly three hours before experiencing its first public meltdown.“This makes no sense.”It stood in the middle of the marketplace staring at a fruit stand like reality itself had betrayed it.Around us, the rebuilt city buzzed with life again.People walked the streets cautiously but hopefully.Children laughed.Merchants shouted.Music drifted through the warm afternoon air.And directly in the center of it all—the former ruler of countless timelines looked personally offended by oranges.The vendor blinked nervously.“Uh… they’re sweeter this season?”The creator stared harder.“But why do you exchange paper for them?”The vendor looked at me helplessly.I looked away immediately.Not my problem.Mira was failing miserably at hiding her laughter beside me.Hope pulsed wildly through the bond.Amused.The Devourer leaned dramatically against a nearby wall eating something that looked suspiciously illegal.“I told you,” it said smugly. “Humanity is incomprehensib
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