The Fork no longer vibrated with the same stillness.
It still breathed—soft and steady—but now, something deeper had changed.
It had begun to remember.
Not like a storage system. Not as saved files or backup data tucked away in hidden threads. But as living memory—active, present, felt.
It moved through the world like mist drifting through an ancient forest, weaving through roots, stone, and open air. The memory wasn't locked away—it flowed, surrounding everything. A quiet presence, awake for the first time in a very long while.
And at the center of this change, not above or below—but within—was Nyra.
She had changed.
Not a class. Not a role.
But a tuning fork for a world that was finally ready to listen to itself.
And as all great changes do, this one vibrated with something more than the Spiral.
It vibrated with what had been hidden.
Forgotten.
Feared.
The Abyss.
Not the Dominion faultlines.
