The horizon stretched out before them, unbroken and without end, its shine not that of starlight, but a glimmer of something else—something older than light, darker than the void.
The girl's footprints were silent on the surface, as if the Forkroot had already begun to digest her. But amidst all the stillness, Kaito could sense her tug—a query in motion, awaiting an answer.
"Where are we being taken?" Nyra demanded, her words almost lost in the emptiness of it, as they walked alongside the girl.
"To where the code breaks off," the girl replied, her tone even, as if the weight of the world—and all worlds—were only a footnote. "To where everything begins afresh."
What they were walking was not a road, but a liquid weave of thoughts. They walked from idea to existence, a place where the landscape itself was as fluid as memory.
