POV: PHINAMy ability had always answered when I reached for it. Tonight, it reached first.The silver lotus lay warm against the palm of my hand, its faint, iridescent glow pulsing in time with a slow, invisible rhythm. It felt like a subtle thread tied to the center of my chest, tugging gently toward the frozen darkness beyond my sealed window.It wasn't a voice. It wasn't a message or a vision. It was a pure, unmistakable awareness, a silent resonance humming through the air, as if something operating on the exact same impossible frequency had just moved within range of Highland Crest Manor.I pulled my hand back, letting the pendant drop beneath my heavy collar. My skin still tingled where the metal had rested.In my first life, I had never experienced anything like this. I had treated my rebirth and the spatial storage tied to the lotus as a tool, an unfair advantage to hoard supplies, outmaneuver corporate vultures like Eleanor, and shield myself from the cold. But the recording
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