The months after the gathering felt like taking my breaths after almost drowning. I, Kael stood at the edge of the wounds boundary feeling its scream go through dimensions like a heartbeat. This sound had become familiar over the weeks. Not less painful, but more understood. I learned to listen to it not as an attack on existence but as a plea for desperate communication from something broken since before most beings could remember. The gathering had chosen to continue. The Quiet Ones agreed to participate.. Choosing and agreeing meant nothing without action. The wound. Still torn, still bleeding meaning into the demanded action now. Alexander arrived through a fold in space, his form more stable than it had been since his near-dissolution during the Crucibles' awakening. The Architect's consciousness that preserved him continued to integrate with his awareness giving him capabilities, perspectives and understanding of the cosmos he was helping to heal. "The Quiet Ones are read
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