"It's waking up."The Keeper's words echoed across existence, heavy and final. And for the first time since the war began, nobody knew what to say. Not Aurora, not Luca, not the Architect, and not even the End.The Keeper was older than all of them. Older than the First Hunger, older than the Source, and older than the Dream itself. If something frightened the Keeper, then existence had a problem it was never designed to solve.The darkness beyond creation shifted. Far beyond the burning stars, far beyond the bleeding edges of dimensions, and far beyond the Source itself, something moved. The movement was small—barely a ripple in the absolute vacuum—yet the universe reacted instantly. Entire galaxies dimmed, reality trembled to its foundations, and time itself hesitated, stuttering in its forward march.The Keeper closed their eyes, their shifting features tightening in sorrow. "No..."The Hunger looked toward the external darkness. For the first time in billions of years, fear return
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